A Princess Who Dreamed

She was an inferno
Pure emotion
Red fire
Hair of crimson
Her porcelain skin
Velvet soft
Somewhat thin
Looking fragile
Until her mouth
Let you see
She was a rascal
Her spirit
Burning
A princess
Of great beauty
Fire of spirit
A mind unique
And bright
Had slept
For decades
She lay there
In deep repose
In her dreams
She was dreaming life
Alive with her mind
She was more than beautiful
She was beyond moving
And she had lived
In the Dreamlands
Far far away
Where the land awakens
While we sleep
A place of passions
Filling our world
With wild beauty
Glorious
No night
Only golden light
Of an eternal sun



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