Ow cher res eth yn tien, mes assaya a wrav hwath dhe vardhonegi rag #MiSkriBa. Hedhyw yth yw neppyth gen sonyow y’n bardhonek (dell grysav), ytho rag hemma, my a dhallathas pub ger gen lytheren finek an ger kens.
My mood has gone entirely, but I’m still trying with #NaPoWriMo. Today is something about using sounds in poetry (I think), so for this, I started every word with the final letter of the previous word (in the Kernowek version).
10ves Ebrel Powes syger rag gwellhe ewl lugh; Aden naturel les syghtir revelacyon. Ny yger referen nevra adamant tnow, Mes skonya a-dermyn nev 'vann. Tyller rudh dhyn na ajon nicita Marnas sewya arnow war-lergh. | 10th April Idle rest to enhance the want of sea mist; A natural cover in case of sighting a revelation. A referendum never opens the dale diamond, But, in time, refuses the heaven above. A red spot for us who know no folly Unless following behind storm damage. |
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