Tuesday, November 2

My fair tale 

Snow-pearled roses
kissed my dainty toes

Blue depths glimmered
as they cradled the crescent

Blustery winds caressed
my soft, black hair

Diamonds glazed
my earlobes, and neck

Silky satiny rouge flowed
after my perfect frame

Spotlights flared
my every path

I danced with the stars
why, I was a Princess

The world was meek
beneath my feet

My shoes were gold
my wine, in crystal

When I woke
I smelt only Folgers,
and a rusty alarm

But my Prince,
he still gazed
right into my wet brown eyes.

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