Words can hardly paint
Cold winter is swimmingly pursues to deter me from collecting my ends. The warm heat blown within begins to heat my already chattery body with cold quivers.My head down looking at my feet, sick and tired of this dejection, futhered burdened onto my heart. Plentiful efforts in trying to disguise my personal animosity, people carry-on and both petty cash and larger transactions, two white men bragging about their fishing expediton at the coast last weekend, A couple in the loan office either building funds for a dream house or tenaciouslyplead their case to pay off debt, once again, none of my futher concern. My eyes focus onto the ground. A beautiful latin girl catches my eye, no more than twenty-one twenty two crosses the room in such a seductive matter you can help but nod your head in a rousing disbelief, i slight smirk crosses my face and quickly vanished. Incosistent motions caught my sense; a small child, gurggled murmurs and tired sighs attend my ear. My attention onto my check and then back onto the ground. The small child continues to flutter out of control then I come out of my mind cell to see this child for what it is.
A precious little girl, tight knit wavy hair, dark skin and even darker pools of eyes freckled cheek smile from ear to ear, hands so pretentious within the grasp of your mothers hand, loveable every possible way, from teeth breeching, and that effortless grin displaying infinite delight and amusement.SOmething catches your attention momentarily to adjust to the sound aroused in your ear and turn back to comtinue your playful titilation
I wink at you, at my surprise, you squeeze your nose together and bat your eyelids effortlessly to try and mimic my recogniton. Ha. Whoever brought you to life must been the most gorgeous and divine Seraph in all of God's flowing hills. To cute for anymore words to express,
Your mother is done with her buisness slides paper into a big bag almost full to teeming and turn out to the doors exit right. Too cute for words to remain. Smile and wave, the little girl waves back and continues to waves till blind corners mask her to dissapearance.
Good bye little girl,
May
Life make good of you.
Poetry by wolfthepoet
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Written on 2006-06-26 at 19:52
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