Vines twist and turn
Their way around the world
Weaving and wrapping
Slithering, as a snake
Curving and curling
No where to run
No one to turn to
Safety is unattainable
They are diseases
Hiding under the mask of beauty
Claire, it would seem that you have seen through what a great deal if the world has not, and for that I applaud you.10+
fact is it what you expressed in this poem..heart touching idea and well written..10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent. For me painting and poetry are one