Mona Lisa -Page 2 of 6
The drive is not short
Right, left, right turn at sleeve’s font
Four people a prayer hold
Mona Lisa cried
Her left cheek pastes a wet smile
Her right wet hand hid the time
But, she typed her line
Using her mouse to save time
Splendor poetry’s soft rhyme
No handkerchief dear
Just follow the tepid stream
America lives mild dream
Mona Lisa is
Mellow and follows sunbeam
Her chest’s hearty children’s gleam
Her forehead with band
Wavy hair, loose, every strand
No pony tail her hair had
Clad her noir jacket
Smile! No lip-gloss! No laughter!
Praying to God the Savior
The big S is shown
Saint Bartholomew calls
All churches to run prompt course
To cry blameless souls
Jesus Christ hugs only those
Who are knocking heavens’ doors
Shown on her right sleeve
Majestic stairs to grant grief
On Christmas Eve by the tree!
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By: Nadia F. Shahwan - April 2009
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