Running that’s the truth
And tipping, tripping, lie, or tie me down
Unexpectedly at the sheer drop
Against the fearful drop
And back I tip
Whipping though lovely foliage
In dancing copperplated heels
Down amongst the laughing trees.
Following the prompt at dVerse – Quadrille #37–Be Not Afraid.
Please let me know what you think, constructive criticism is always welcome!