Saw one picture on Instagram
Strange was her existence I know not and wish to know not
I want to know her at the same time
as good as death seems not to be wished but also wished at the same time
Some hairs as beautiful as diamond is
A little Curly and a little long
Resting on shoulders as a Queen on her throne
Eyes hid behind hairs as rain behind clouds
Her phone stands on path to her way of facial expressions
as wall of China is placed before a piece of art
What to do with it! asked my heart?
A picture is a model of reality
Imagine now her hairs have my curiosity
Now they must have my attention
Now they must be put into words
Her hairs must be sealed like a pearl
Words and poetry as shells
Captured her beauty and hairy figure
Immortality is in these words
She don’t know yet nor should know
Like mono-Lisa didn’t know her face forever immortalized
Let me swipe now for this curse
Turning everything into poem
My own existence is a poem now
My words my life now
My poetry my expression now
My own self my words now
End this before I play more
Demons went back to lantern
As Long as nobody shakes my world
No more words shall be written
