RIDDLE:
I slide about,
Constricting my prey.
Ready to jab and take the life,
Of anything in my way.I am devious,
And move with stealth.
I am dangerous,
And can easily take away your health.
What am I?
RIDDLE:
I slide about,
Warning those that come near.
I'm just trying to move along,
Letting you know that there's nothing to fear.
I am precise and cautious,
Armored with grace & smooth with affection.
No matter what the troubles,
Beauty is my reflection.
What am I?
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Reflections of the Son 2013: Moments of Absence
PoesieThis is YEAR SIX of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2013; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
