Samantha Green

If puzzling princesses

wandered like rivers at dawn,

pondered on masked mysteries

in the place where stars belong,

one would find it is only

a little note in her song.

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If green eyes could rewind time,

reject a fair demon's tune,

descend into macabre

to ascend into sweet June,

the beauty that is unseen

becomes abstract that is muse.

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If dancing lived inside our minds

would valleys fold just so?

Carry us to the feelings

where temporal moments flow,

and never forget the good

that brought us the why we glow.

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This is life, they said to me.

Holding upside-down balloons,

pouring tea where there is gloom,

smiling right when clouds say doom.

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If I were to write stories,

I would let curiosity

guide my hand.

Only then can I say,

now I understand.

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