Portrait of a Young Princess
Weeping for no one, the great
near-sister sobs, "Go Queen and find
all the pink jewels." Soon they are
found, examined and named:
Little Pink Fish, Aurora of Evening and
Forest Fire Sky. They are gathered
and brought to the princess. Her
beauty is her face; she is only five.
She often goes from great to ungrateful.
Then, being sorry she will inquire,
"And will a palace be up and built?"
while wiping tears from eyes of
tanzanite.
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