Wednesday, June 27, 2007

little girl

like bobbing strings on a wooden violin
dancing to its master's tune
a little girl i saw weaving a magic tune
a composed face, but naughty as you look
a soft touch, the gentle movements as u go past
a little angel, a naughty devil one would never know
who cares, its effervescent beauty like those of a bud in bloom
and for all that we can say,
we say on ode, not a line, not a pass
from a stranger to those eyes
those beautiful naughty eyes
those eyes that giggle as they see the world go past

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