Through the land
There is none so fair.
Where she steps,
Flowers bloom.
A heady scent,
An aura of perfume
Remains in the air,
To tantalize
And tease.
Yet unaware,
She does not care.
Eyes of crystalline blue
Clear as a mountain lake,
Pierce right through
Yearning hearts.
She moves like clouds
In a summer sky.
She has no clue
Of her affect on you
Her sleep, free from dreams,
Her days without want,
She remains serene,
Untouched, drifting
Unaffected by the issues of life.
She is free
From fear and hope.
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Submission Name: Awake the Sleeper
