With a peacock smile,
She flourishes,
Opening doors to inner sanctuary of evil intentions;
Braiding dandelion kisses along the streams,
With each tender peck,
The world comes down;
Passive merchants,
Chain suicide notes to your grave,
Like ancient calligraphy,
That paved your soul.
It sinks deep,
To a depth, that contradicts;
Like flowers blooming in December,
She's always a wonder,
No one understands.
©Ashley Leslie 2013
