Savannah Smile Poem by Yashim George

There was a smog atmosphere of pearls dangling airily with emotions
Condensing arid bliss into balloons compressed of volatile inclinations
And I swear she is trapped in devotion.
It's a felt conversation and everything is set in motion, she is devoted to us.
Us?
A complete figure and what?
A figure of grace and ability, perfection and celestial beauty
Not a person, feeling or idea, but a belief that
When the desert smiles, You hear a sigh in the wind and everything is inclined to her (Savannah Smile) .