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MiSkriBa 2024 - 06 / 04 - Geryow Fur

Hedhyw, rag hweghves bardhonek an mis, an prompt o skrifa a-dro dhe furneth koynt, ha henna a styr neppyth revedh a leveris nebonan orthis unweyth ha re wortas genes a-dhia dhana. An geryow a awenas an bardhonek ma ragov o "gwin a wellha pubtra", yn anfeusik ow tos a le pur drist... Today, for the sixth poem of the month, the prompt was weird wisdom, which means something objectively odd that someone told you once, and that has stuck with you ever since. The words which inspired my poem were "wine makes everything better", sadly coming from a place of sadness... 


Geryow Fur
An golon a vynn pandr'a vynn
Ha treweythyow y fynn hi kara.
Mes pan gellir kerenja wynn,
Gwin a dheu ha'y gwellha. 

Wise Words
The heat wants what it wants
And sometimes it wants to love.
But when the purest love is lost
Wine will come to make it better.

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  1. Ogh, marthus teg yw an rim y'n onan ma! My a wayt, mars yw bardhonek a-lemmyn, dha vos da lowr yn skon, sos. x

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    1. Meur ras! Ov, da ov. Sel an bardhonek ma o geryow a leveris revrons dhymm nans yw pymthek bledhen wosa ev dhe gelli y wreg. Mrs i re wortas genev a-dhia dhana msr hweg ha trist an styr down

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