Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Squirrel




I am a wood land koala clinging to trees
Amongst them all the amber breeze
A siren sailing the highest trees
As if the cold breathe of nature waking the bees
The wood land sprite boasting on knees
Feet as silent with a faint sneeze
The speed of a titan
The leap of a lynx
The heart of a ruby, the hypnotizing of blinks
The height of a rabbit, the brains of a sphinx
Worshipers of forest
Blushes so pink

What sinks in its heart, Goddesses drink

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