The queen never lets the walls of her castle keep her away from His beauty. She catches the sunrise, letting the rays bring warmth about her skin. She takes off her slippers, she takes off her jewels. Barefoot, she approaches the shore. Listening to the sound of roaring waves, letting the water meet her feet. Laying in cool, green grass. Inhaling positivity, exhaling negativity. She whispers, "I am free." *82413
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