Analyzing Vaas Montenegro of Far Cry 3.
On my fingers patches of blue ink, My mind sleepy, well, I can't think; Slowly the clock ticks, Each minute makes me sick, Guess I'll get a F with my face pink.
A hole in the bark, Golden liquid oozes out, Beetle sucks necter.
Snow flakes dust the earth, Nose pressed the child stands against The foggy window.
The paint is peeling; Dust covers the whole house yet Brings back old memories
Amid yellow grass, The leopard in pursuit but The deer escapes.
Gallivanting kids Play outside and interrupt My will to study. ~Aditi Mahadware
Fragrance of old book, Brought from my school library, Amortentia. ~Aditi Mahadware
Azure sky above; On a soft pillow of grass, I lay my halcyon head. ~Aditi Mahadware