A great poem, really interesting …
When I wake up from the sleep of mystery
I remember of a distant dream,
One covered in moss and veils of green mischief.
The place is as far as possible from the real
Covered in all snow.
There ancient trees and gates are the things standing,
And thin smokes from the huts left.
Sitting by the window listening to the winds,
Reporting from the far away Prince’s land,
There’s one girl that doesn’t fit in here.
She was the Prince’s match,
Denied him her body, stayed alone
Left a life of secure submission.
One life she had to live, she would, she knew,
She ran away to the far world, away,
Where none of her kind ever went.
It was the human world that she reached,
Surprised to see such beauty everywhere
Still distance amongst everybody.
She wondered how life worked here,
She could only notice “people” talking to…
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