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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required She’s the princess of the world of silence. Existing outside our normal human touch, She sees every good, bad, deed we do. She passes no judgment, just perseverance. Realizing this world has choice, as such. Caring not what we decide, or even a clue. Her soul was guided by plain experience. Her mind unrivaled, and new very much, Her name, Rain; with eyes of light blue, Lips that glimmered, true, effervescence, Her name was given from her first touch. Upon the day she was born, it came anew. Christening with name in natures balance, Her destiny preordained in gentle touch. Who would win her heart, capturing dew? Dew, one of her two faithful acquaintances, They chatted in a language, Double Dutch. Mist, the second, now you know of the two. Stallions, white twins, with no ambivalence, Only she could speak, hear, revealing crutch. No other could tell differences in her crew. One to be her prince in adoring excellence, Must win confidence of dew in his touch, No mistake, no second chance for woo. Many have tried to no avail in adolescence. Only one pauper’s son left to offer such. One chance to know, to choose right skew, His mind, unconsciously knew adherence. When he prepared his choice, a quick clutch, His choices correct, all others they bid adieu. Her companion was chosen, forever attendance. He rode mist, she road dew, in blissful touch His heart and soul was, sincere, more than true Princess and pauper together, rode into silence. Peace prevailed in their land, never violence. Princess Rain, now Prince Veil road in balance. Written for Sponsor Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ Contest Name Rain, The Story Written by cecil Hickman
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