Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Tilted Sly

She walks on billowy white clouds
With flowers in her hair
A smile painted on dark red lips
Ambling without a care

Thoughts of the future
Brings a sparkle to her eye
Her impish face can't hide
The glossed lips, tilted sly

Good things will come to pass
She can feel it in her bones
The past is history
The screams and hurtled stones

The glow of radiant happiness
Surrounds her
A glistening protective shield
An unpenetrable barrier

She glides gracefully away
Lost in her musings
As covetous eyes follow
Rapacious and yearning

She continues her journey
With a devilish sparkle in her eye
A smile painted on her dark red lips
Shiny and glossed, tilted sly

*Allene Angelica*

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