Eccentric
faces
made of wood,
mysteries of time
older than
golden cities.
Thick thighs
of fertility
creating order
out of nature,
and the warning
ever present –
look
but don’t touch!
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Eccentric
faces
made of wood,
mysteries of time
older than
golden cities.
Thick thighs
of fertility
creating order
out of nature,
and the warning
ever present –
look
but don’t touch!
Excellent.
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Thank you ♥
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Maranda, your poem turned out quite well. I really liked the ending. I will admit I was tempted to touch.
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🙂 I’m always tempted to touch lol.
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