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MiSkriBa 25 - 15/04 - Rosen

An chalenj yw skrifa bardhonek hwegh linen ha ganso an keth kwalitas avel pergoth po pejadow, hag a worfenn gen tardh.

Ny wonn mars eus tardh dhodho, mes tamm da ywa genev.


The challenge is to write a six-line poem that has the same qualities as a sermon or prayer, and then ends with a bang. 


I’m not sure if it has a bang, but I do quite like it.


Rosen

Ny wrug vy gweles rosen kyns

Marnas dre skrin.

Yn gwynnrudh hy wolkom jentyl,

Yn rudhwynn hy rinyow down.

Ny brovav vy vyth kigliw a’n par

Rag krev ha diwedhyn ov.

Rose

I have never seen a rose

Apart from on screen.

Its gentle welcome in pink lace

Its deep secrets in paradise pink.

I shan’t experience a living pink like that

As I’m strong and inflexible.
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