The vibrant hum of escape

The lady slave in her mobile grave

Crawled and slithered – trapped, enslaved

As her impending doom , around did cape

Her mind yearned for an escape

Onto the water is her glance , transfixed,

a vibrant dream –  sans glum and mist

but the fountain of fate did regurgitate a spurt

Broke open her grave! Uprooted the spud!

Off she ran to her brave new world

where the bees did hum, in full fervor

All that remained along the runaway

withering defeated wails – along the fading facade


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