His Sleeping Beauty
Laughing amid the joyful morn....
As dashing through this sunlit meadow ? Sprites
Colouring in smiles whileas nature gazes and Angels point
Unto a clearing rising columns aneath glittering light ? Etching castles
Beyound golden hues white doves gliding through, waterfalls with silver scrolls..
Painting fairy tales ? Scenes parting their streams to weave these dreams echoing
Moonbeams giggling and there you are, chasing time which waves goodbye blue skies
About the glass with love's hands turning pages inside this clock ? Ageless, her prince of rhyme.
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