Poetry

[Story Time]

The Legend of Double Rainbow

A pony with rainbow wings
With multi-colored streaks
Flew one way from what it seems
After weeks and weeks
He never stopped, and never slowed
He seemed to get faster and faster
Till one thing showed
It looked like a disaster
The rainbow became thin and he disappeared behind a cone of blinding light
Then everything became brigter
As the rainbow shot out of his wings in as he increased speed in flight
And that was the first sonic rainboom
The fastest in flight
Became a legend that night

[SaulLaski]

i'm canadian, so i write in french... maybe google translate as a good alternative?

Le silence

c'est le complice éspéré de la nuit,
Il pèse lourd sur celui qui attend
l'accord ou le refus.

Car si le silence parlerait,
il perderait toute raison d'être.
Il deviendrait bruyant,
comme un homme ivre.

Il dirait même les choses interdites.

Mais il connait sa force, Parce que, Debout,
Au millieu du tulmute, il domine de Haut
Tout ceux qui devront se taire pour l'entendre.

Et comme il ne dira rien, tous demeureront stupéfaits.
Tous auront tort d'avoir tant crié, et surtout déraisonné.

On s'interrogera sur la nature de ce mutisme effroyable.

Et, sans ouvrir les lèvres, le silence partira
/dignement!/
avec ce que tous voulait avoir:

le dernier mot.