By Cyera Charles
Like a manicured lawn she sits Sexy attraction Deep colors resembling beauty and warmth Soft to the touchYet no one explores her Glares from a distance of safety Stay on the pathway and don’t stray from it It would only cause silent commotion to go against what is To join the outsiderInviting those for interaction A long dialogue A chance to sit and ponder New companionship Applause for a new normShe’ll continue to surround every path Creep her way into the cracks Infiltrate the minds of the wanderers But rarely are those who take the chance to explore her