She had learnt how to love herself, And that was the most dangerous weapon of all. She changed the hoary paradigms, As she set precursors new. New beginnings, Distant shores, Lands beyond and unknown, She strove to find her lot.
The serried twists, The sharp turns, They bend so close, In deep folds. I walk along in tremulous fear, Gingerly circumventing the folds, The sharp edges bite into my soul, Ripping it at its core. On the two sides, An endless abyss, Rolling into infinite caverns, Stretching into deep gorges. My eyes swim with tears… Continue reading RDP#33:Serried
Italian pasta in white and red, Myriad shapes all in the sauce bed, Subtle aroma in the paste, Enhancing delectable taste, My palate roused as I overfed. Via: https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/06/21/ragtag-daily-prompt-21-italian/