And she danced, surrounded by
Tiny skirts of white,
As silvery delicate as a spider's silk.
And crushed velvet petals whispered,
Singing the song of twilight.
Sugar-scented breeze lifted her hair,
Taught her words from a land unseen.
Tiny child, asleep in the grass,
Caressed by the evening calm.
And silk-soft leaves
Wink in the fading light.
Royal beauty hidden by stone.
Behind the wall of man,
Until she found the portal in the shadows.
Spring favored it well, she thought,
Stepping daintily past slender stalks.
And spring passed to winter as she slept.
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