Scenic Quality
The concrete sky hovers over this cotton frieze
Lost in perfection she forgot to breathe - clouds float above this Autumn breeze
Yet her skin seems sundrenched, moistened by a spa's relief
A picture perfect lioness hides her claws and teeth.
In search of serendipity inside the arms of godless sheiks
A leaf spirals, earthbound. Frozen by honest grief
She looks up, joy flushes her spotted cheeks
Her family feels so distant, why would they bother with loners?
The sky undulates, this strange drug is the brother of soma
As my tears fall, a slight smile graces the face of my mother's acoma
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