When She Walks

She walks
And whatever in her way
Looks, feels and Talks.
The breeze
With full attention
Changed direction
Humming like bees
having all the fun
The Sun
Envoyed a glorious ray
Scents escaped their flowers
And with her they stay
Every heart beat
In humans or stones
Started different montones
And with a move of stress
Her dress
Hugged her tight
Roses said she might
Be a different Make
A mixture of honey and dew
Or an angel
By mistake
From Heavens fell
May be this is true
But still when she walks
She walks like hell
Does not adjourn
Until we all burn

Sami Cherkaoui