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Princess- is a feeling.


Nor a perfect white gown,

Neither wears a sandal made of glass,

Not even cursed with long magical hair,

No prince charming to kiss to be awake.

She is born with fire in her veins,

Shielded with her own courage and strength,

Wears a crown made of her mistakes,

Yet feels like a princess who is born to rule.

Even she dreams of a kingdom made of love,

Her Prince Charming to care and serve,

Mesmerized by the sunset viewing from their window,

Even they will have one day a lived happily forever ending…


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