The Dance of Death

Written by: Tahera Mannan

Misty dawn opens its arms
Silent street not a sound
Flowers spread some exotic charm
Honey bees all over abound
A sinister killer is just around
The silent streets weave and dance
The trees rap in a mystical trance
Bridges collapse to the music of seismic waves
They burn, they crumple, not a chance
As exotic flowers swing on lonesome graves


By Tahera Mannan

For Nette’s “Let’s dance” contest