Their frenzy whirled with them
Eons of wilderness within
Seasons watched in awe
Shrubs shrank to pay obeisance
Berry Terry and Merry,
The silent survivors of friendship
Who couldn’t convince the world
How dance drew them together
Frowned upon and hacked
They didn’t leave though
Love for dance still binds them
With eerie elongated arms
Free from societal ensnares now
Unseen by brutal beasts
They meet at their favorite haunt
And dance each night to glory.
Who can suppress love?
© Balroop Singh, May 2019
Thanks to Sue Vincent for an inspiring Thursday #photoprompt Wicker
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