Fragrant colours blooming in the field
Hiding from curious eyes
She lies for hours, day dreaming of her prince
And gazing at the sky
Her soul gliding into dream as her eyes flutter in the sunlight.
Splendour of shaded hue laughing & frolicking with her sun...
The prince Charming’s of this world does not compare with her dream.
Contented she awakes smile
Knowing that he will be waiting for her in her dream
Prince in a dream of his own
Searching for his princess who disappears at sunset
Tired & with a heavy heart he sat alone
Still listening to her sweet laughter ringing in his ears
They have entered into each other’s dreams at precisely noon
Who is she?
Who is he?
Two strangers who’s souls found each other…
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