A Maltese tiger cub smiles playfully at the moon.
Her world transformed by a simple whistled tune.
This queen bee possesses the heavy scars of empathy.
Trapped in the wrong time, searching for an embassy.
Modern prudence accumulated in an ironically cynical prose.
A fashionable yet meaningless era reluctantly erased by time.
The sky composes a symphony as the mountain winds chime.
Smiling skies and winking waters share the blue spotlight.
A gentle gaze fixed upon the highest peaks, her birthright.
Her dreams float acquiescently in an ivory sea of piano keys.
Destiny written in ink as lively stripes on the young Maltese.