Diaphanous, Neat as it may seem, as fresh nectar of spring,
tyro cardinal savour of
Salty lemon zest,
indeed an startling
Waft of dragon's hot breath like a fire flare steamed my olfactory sense, small in size in a delicate shifter but an explosive magnitude with razor sharp strength down my gullet.
I thought the world turn around in slap happy daze but a sophisticated civilisation dawned upon thee as I held my ground amistd the crowd.PC: Thankyou Eisha for sharing and capturing this picture 🌸
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Snapshot Poetry
PoesiaRanked highest No. 1 in poetryclub No. 1 in Snapshots No. 6 in Writing No.19 in wattpad poetry 17.6.18 •~Expression and words combined with Snapshots of little chattels creates Rhythm and Rhyme~•