Dripped from her painted lips,
And a smile framed her face perfectly,
She was the purest anecdote,
The sharpest tack,
The sweetest tune,
And the quickest fall I have ever felt.
She was above all,
A fragment of time,
A smile lost in the crowd,
A stranger captured perfectly in the moment,
A true glimpse of how freedom looks,
And she wore it so well.