The steep curved embankment,
Slippery by the curse of the Indian spirits.
Her stuffy heart,
The disturbed cobwebs,
The weedy paths,
Slippery by the curse of the Indian spirits.
Her stuffy heart,
The disturbed cobwebs,
The weedy paths,
Blurring her thoughts.
Buzzing down her throat,
Is the beautiful queen bee,
awaited patiently to rise again in the next round.
Buzzing down her throat,
Is the beautiful queen bee,
awaited patiently to rise again in the next round.
Drawing and written by
Maria Mak BurnabyRealtor
www.mariamak.com
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