27 October 2012
Welcoming delight,
The smells of perfumes,
Has so much light.
The blend of leather and bling brings happiness like ting.
The soft cashmere sinks you in.
Your hands tremble of your load,
You don't care for your in shopping mode.
You pay a fortune with your card,
just one swish of the wrist and it's yours.
You will never part.
You skip with your bags through the stores.
The manic-ins showing off,
Their furs and gold.
Though they aren't bold.
At the end of the day you go back home and drop your bags on the floor.
Forgotten and lost with others,
And so they wait for their brothers.
Shopping Mall • Opuss № I