The Princess of the Clouds...

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 As I watch the painted sky

Perfectly brushed with shades of pink, orange, purple and azure

Embroidered with sequins of little stars,

Awaiting the evening moon,

I imagine the princess of the beautiful kingdom of clouds.


Dressed up in the colours of the rainbow

And ornated with those stars....

She sleeps in her palace of clouds,

And her raven black hair,

Unbraided....unmade....

Gives birth to the night over the horizon.

She wakes up to pull aside her cloud curtains

And awaken the sun with her songs

To create the perfect dawn...

To call up the birds...

To make the flowers bloom.

Her deep dark kohl lined eyes, holding all the mysteries of the sky

Too deep to fathom...

Perhaps enchant the entire Universe into oblivion.

Her beautiful lips......redder than the setting sun

Her smile......prettier than the half moon

Pristine, like the finest pearl in the womb of the ocean,

Holds eternity, even in its ephemeral existence.


She is the calm of the dawn...

She is the chaos of the dusk...

She creates the Northern winds

She carries the monsoon clouds.

She is the art, crafted by Beauty herself,

She is the enchantress from the kingdom of Magic,

She is the song....the poetry....the muse....

Reigning the soul of the poets,

Residing in the heart of her beloved....

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