Exquisitely surrounded by the color of peace,
Out of your face jumps the notion of
"how can this be?"
Your eyes look down to move forward
As if
the floor is lighting up taking your steps.
Behind you the sun sets,
your highness?
"where is your crown?"
The golden curl leaf's match your red shades,
in between the weeping cherries are white heels
Only you
can tie your hair up
wear a light green dress
and runway walk in a garden
Underlying circumstances caused a major malfunction