A Broken Bond

Such a dull evening With it's cool breezy wind Prompting us to chuckle As we sat in a semi circle Opening a flow of styles Of ancient oriental culture Spurring to life A reel of retrospective tokes flowing from a maternal bosom with each descending strides bringing sparkles to maa’s eyes with each stylish strides she flaunts the age long slits from side to side sparking life with each stride to the beaming guests amidst the cheers emerged a glowing rage that even a calming smile from maa could not quell the fiery storm working his boisterous wind over bonds even over locking band but winding through a maternal call sending shocking waves amidst the merging circle encircling the flirting slits with its storming wind