The Flower Queen

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


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

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