SHE RIDES
In the camouflage
Carraige
The princess
Adorned in
Her finery
Rides on
Her way...
Folk line up
The roadsides
So she waves
And smiles!
The carraige
Is glittery
And drawn by
Invisible
Horses, so jittery...
She sways
In her seat
Like a willow
In high
Winds!
In every
Weather kind
The princess
Rides...
She must
Be somewhere
At the appointed
Time!
In reality though
She just
Moves not...
Going nowhere,
A princess
Carved in
Stone!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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