The Flower Queen

Fri, 02/13/2015 - 13:36 -- asirna

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The white lily waltz

as the wind gently crosses

the marble path

 

her silk fingers

sparkled like embedded quartz

as they reached out to grasp

the everlasting moonlight

 

her sweet perfume

drifted in between the low clouds

that was left by the springs drizzling rain

 

her golden crown rested

in between her quartz figueres

as it gathered bronze dust

a lingering fortune

protecting it from sticky thieves

and there beating wings

 

her white gown was proof

that out of all the kingdoms

she was queen

This poem is about: 
Me

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