The Dance of the Lambs
Under the glow of the sunset, in the green strands now golden by the effulgence, an ovid engendered the last of the brood.

White as milk and exuberant in purity, their spirited offspring rose, one by one, to learn to march.

Soon, the lambs learned not only to walk, but also to dance. Ergo, they danced.

They danced until dusk, their albino bodies shining in the moonlight.

Blessed, not knowing that that ephemeral moment would be the most beautiful thing that would happen in their disastrous lives.

[Sorry for the bad english oof I wrote this in spanish first]
[By the way, even though the title and description has lambs on them, it's not about lambs, it's just an allegory. Same with the drawing.]
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