Serpents

Roses and violets make a tapestry at ground level, softer than anything I’ve ever touched. 

Vipers swim throughout, unhindered by the infectious reputation of a religion that’s irrelevant to them. 

Knowing nothing of their star rating and the hatred enclosed in the cultural heart, they silk through, sewing their presence through the garden’s fancy.

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