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
Very descriptive and nice use of imagery. Good job.
ReplyDeleteGosh Maria, that was amazing. You are amazing.
ReplyDeletewonderful ! you caught the whole scenario!
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