Sealed with a kiss

March 31, 2017

 

There never was a prince…

The princess, she herself the frog;

She only forgot

 

Now she looks down into the mirror of the well’s pool

Into the froggy face peering back at her

And her heart grows soft again

 

Then reaches,

Touching gentle lips to green reflection

And…

 

She never meant to sleep this long

But a good story needs a plot twist

And the apple was a nice touch

 

She gazes now

at the beauty looking back

not from well’s waters but from heart’s;

 

smiles

And disappears into her smile

That stretches from

 

Before the universe

Upon which she slept, soft,

a bed of roses, mostly not thorns

 

to ever after

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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