Deep in the meadows
In the trees of silk
There was a little cottage
Facing the clouds of milk.
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In that very cottage lay
A pretty little girl
Deep in her delicious slumber
Tossed in her rosy curls.
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Tossed in her curls
She waits for her prince to come
To embellish her beauty
And bless her for the years to come.
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An there in the moonlight
She lay blissfully asleep
Tossed in her curls
She beholds her prince in her dreams.
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And there in the faded cottage
From night to morn
Tossed in her curls
Is a fairy tale yet to be born.
An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poetry. Write to him at pravinkumar2788@gmail.com to know more about him.