Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Her Eye Lashes

They flit,
They trip,
As clumsy as a spider

The bravest fighter
Would perish,
In that jungle of vines

Soaring above her limpid,
Pools of chocolate
They stand proud
Like soldiers at attention

Swaying, they curtsey
At the nearest gentleman
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3 comments:

  1. Girl_Who_Was_On_FireFebruary 8, 2012 at 5:50 AM

    Very descriptive and nice use of imagery. Good job.

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  2. Dan TFebruary 8, 2012 at 6:01 AM

    Gosh Maria, that was amazing. You are amazing.

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  3. PJMCNealMarch 4, 2012 at 8:03 PM

    wonderful ! you caught the whole scenario!

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