When She Was
the princess
at the pond
stood in stone
at the end
of the path
a row of red roses
in her wake
she was once
so young
and beautiful
but over time
the seasons
overtake
summer and winter
so different and so the same
had left her
faded
forgotten
all but the butterflies
remained
as the leaves fell
into the pond
like petals
from a flower
her statue a shadow
in the sun
a silhouette
by the moon
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