Something sinister about her,
when she goes about in her red-clad,
and a scarlet fedora,
she says following her a volition,
since its a grumpy road,

Her almond eyes,
portend a hidden mystery,
that lies between fantasy
and the real world,
tied in her denim boots,

her strides as men would say,
fast as a parched lion,
only do they know,
she rushes to the waylay,
hiding her sophisticated side,

Her adored lustre,
vividly revealed like lucid dreams,
though her cloak holds the untold,
hidden like a gem,
a fantasy too scared to unravel,

By Joy Kirima.

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