Deva De Silva - Ness

Creasing her forehead,
Scowling sparse eyebrows,
Curled upwards.

Hidden in plump lids,
Determined black eyes,
Stares far-off.

Shining a healthy gleam,
A broad graceful nose
Seemingly majestic.

Pouting unhappy mouth,
Wrinkled at corners,
Stretched to the limit.

Reduced to a thin line,
A pair of spouting lips
Pressed together tight

Drooping around the chin,
Rounded ample cheeks;
Entice us.

Sprinkled random freckles,
Rosy glowing skin,
Velvet to the touch.

Clutching at her father's thumb,
Tiny fingers gripping
With all her might.

Peering at the camera,
Ness endures
Her very first photo shoot!

Deva De Silva

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