Beneath the lip stick make-up and behind the smile,
She is just a model who poses before you; for a while;
Between the lines; below the sentences; She domains,
Dressed up in white, with an angelic look; she remains.
Human or animals; born ****, dwelling in God’s pavilion;
Like a painter, dripping us in vivid colors for a campaign;
She conquered her territory, where she carried off a title;
while a model, an angel; a queen; or else at times, a turtle!
*
BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI
williamsji@yahoo.com
www.williamsji.com
www.williamsmaveli­.com
www.williamsgeorge.com

and sometimes
you find yourself
sitting alone
with nowhere
to go
and you smile
for the bitter feeling
of having no use
numbs you
and makes you feel
beautifully
*insane

The sun shines upon the trees
With its warm red glow
And the sunrays shine upon the trees
Where birds perch in the branches and sing
Where flowers secretly unfurl their soft petals and sweetness
Where bluebells grow and cover the ground
In purplish-blue
Where the sky is forever sapphire blue
Where the violets and moss grow
Where the breezes dance and caress my fair cheeks
Where periwinkles bloom
And peach blossoms unfurl their petals
And lift up their heads
And feel the warm sunshine on their pink cheeks
And where Fairies dance and waltz
At nighttime when Night wears her dark
Majestic gown of celestial beauty
Where the Fairies dance
And play Enchanted instruments
Like the harp
Which brings forth its nocturnal melodies
That dance upon the air
Which is perfumed with dazzling flowers
That bloom at Night
Where mist lingers in the sky
And sunrays dance upon its
Beautiful path
Where sunsets greet the west
And where sunrises say hello to Dawn
And where Dusk settles bringing
The dancing Fairies
That hush the world to sleep
With their sweet lullabies

*~Marian~