This poem is dedicated to Inga whateverhersurnameis, who inspired me with her first appearence in a holly land of Hotham!
She's blond
and she wears
a pink lipstick.
It's true -
I ain't lying,
exept that it's false,
she dyed the hair
and lips - just a baby dolphin
from a souvenir shop.
she caresses them plates,
like it were her unborn children -
blond girls and blond boys
chuckling after a bath
A golden silk beard
covers her face and I think
it might be gentle
as parrot's wing or
a butterfly,
but only ring on her finger
knows for sure.
And when she smiles
you can hear a cedar trees
ringing like church bells!
An advice:
So take of that nail polish!
Throw your lipstick away!
Free your hair,
And take off that
leopard skin-imitating blouse!
Because you, belong to the woods!
Anastacia!