Her Bag
Her Bag Inside her bag , the tantrum of suave Grace to watch and the affection that attracts Closer than the closest those purple and black Shades of square or the felony to scrap Longer than emirates maybe heavier than sacks But whatever happens it's the elbow which never bends A question which better remain mystery An answer whom I never get But I used to wonder , why so precious do they act Like a treasure containing gold and diamonds Remains of Atlantis or some secrets not worth to share A portal to pacific To ride in some unknown trails Reverse the time , and see things running back Being a wizard flying as fast as we can Whatever it maybe , It seems to be the luckiest creations ever meet Like a chariot whom princess never left Delinquent chains which never fixed again Pocket like vaults You may never know what you'll get Neither given even punished to stare The design itself so subtle Like the position which king and queen shares Soft like feath...