Creeping Like A VineA Poem by SyberRoseI feel that time is creeping like a vine, upon the trellis of another day. Creeping, Crawling, Leaping; A red trumpet honeysuckle, inviting hummingbirds and butterflies, as time quietly slips away... A red flowering climbing vine Creeping, Crawling, Leaping; blossoming with sweet bouquet... While perching songbirds serenade ruby hummingbirds toast the day; sipping sweet nectar from a vine Creeping, Crawling, Leaping; sharing taste of red trumpet wine. ©SyberRose © 2013 SyberRoseAuthor's Note
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