I wore a very serious look like a tempered dog
Moved down to the shelve and picked a few items,
Little time had been budgeted for the location.
In a rush, I felt a hand passing over my head,
I turned at once and looked.
Mother Nature had stripped naked
A Painted face from lashes to neck
A straight chest like that of a model
Curved body not comparable to mannequins
Less to say like a drained princess
An age determined by closeness
Sounding with a soft pitch…’’I take the blame”.
I immediately nodded to the Y-axis
Wondering if the devil had come
To warn me about death.
For this time I wished I had Gods number
To book or even subscribe for a creation,
One of a kind who looked younger
Than its creation.
Dashing out priceless smiles that captured the
Attention of the by passers, it so happens
That originals really shine for ages.