Her thoughts travels in blue
The thoughts aren't just only blue
But in different forms of hue.
Her expectations,never minds about an heart-attack or her empty stomach.
Her dreams travel high
Her limbs needled the path
Her stool swallowed her pride.
Look her red scarf,
Tied bolt and nut wondering why her creator,brought her sales not a luck.
She sells what?
But,her purse jingles not.
Picture of a woman dreaming of the future.
Mused...2016©
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U guys r really doing a great job in promoting wonderful writers ... Dis is damn good ... Nice one @mused