All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
adara. 21. engaged. writer.
D —> No tiny paws
D —> No no
D —> Do not play in there
D —> Don’t you know what that receptacle is for
D —> That is not a swimming p001
D —> Oh god