She danced with others,
with no shame, only laughter,
Elizabeth was her name,
and she had eyes of flame.
Her golden head was beyond the beauty of the Sun,
yet her skin was paler than the Moon,
and she signed the perfect tune.
She lived alone, deep amidst the trees,
her friends were the animals, especially the bees.
Nothing could compare her beauty because she wasn't a human,
yet an angel who fell from the sky,
a gift to all beings that walk the Earth and those who sing her lullaby.
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
She danced with others,
with no shame, only laughter,
Elizabeth was her name,
and she had eyes of flame.
Her golden head was beyond the beauty of the Sun,
yet her skin was paler than the Moon,
and she signed the perfect tune.
She lived alone, deep amidst the trees,
her friends were the animals, especially the bees.
Nothing could compare her beauty because she wasn't a human,
yet an angel who fell from the sky,
a gift to all beings that walk the Earth and those who sing her lullaby.
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