Poetry in motion
Here we see an example of true poetry in motion. Reverberating waves of hair clusters undulating as if a part of some divinely choreographed ballet.
Could perfectly timed gusts of wind explain this wondrous phenomenon or can The Donald control these movements with the power of thought alone, like a giant squid simultaneously manipulating its numerous tentacles with expert precision?
Could perfectly timed gusts of wind explain this wondrous phenomenon or can The Donald control these movements with the power of thought alone, like a giant squid simultaneously manipulating its numerous tentacles with expert precision?