Over that hill
Next to the bridge
Under a willow tree
That's where she lives
She blossoms there
Thrives on fresh air
Not something you'd notice
Unless you stare
A silhouette of her body
Still molded in grass
Rounded by beauty
Fractured like glass
She sat there one day
That's all it took
Stole my breath away
Without gifting a look
I, a mere mortal
Gazed from afar
At the princess in purple
Covered in scars
Her glasses kept slipping
Didn't seem to fit proper
Through her book she was living
I had nothing to offer
When the last page was read
And the subject was closed
She stood up to stretch
Into the shape of a rose
In a flash she was gone
As the Sun said good bye
A true blossom I plucked
Without saying hi
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 8:29 AM UTC
Over that hill
Next to the bridge
Under a willow tree
That's where she lives
She blossoms there
Thrives on fresh air
Not something you'd notice
Unless you stare
A silhouette of her body
Still molded in grass
Rounded by beauty
Fractured like glass
She sat there one day
That's all it took
Stole my breath away
Without gifting a look
I, a mere mortal
Gazed from afar
At the princess in purple
Covered in scars
Her glasses kept slipping
Didn't seem to fit proper
Through her book she was living
I had nothing to offer
When the last page was read
And the subject was closed
She stood up to stretch
Into the shape of a rose
In a flash she was gone
As the Sun said good bye
A true blossom I plucked
Without saying hi
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