Cinderella
Under the heavens in sleep,
In a walled room in bliss,
Resides a beauty so deep
That in awe, shake the knees.
Sculpted by Aphrodite's Hand,
With a tantalising touch
From her magical wand,
And her lyrical brush.
The windy roses played with the bees,
It's fragrance drifting by me
Swaying together with the firs
As I thought of her in glee.
The moon on me shone
As outside her fence I crept.
The Fear in me all gone
And inside, oblivious of me, she slept.
© Temajung Michael T.
Copyright © Temajung Michael Tanjang | Year Posted 2021
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