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A Mazarine Blue

Her soul’s addiction to ultimate fascination
Has turned into miraculous infatuation.
In a cart of silver light mantled with golden beams
The scent of heavenly perfection conquered her dreams.
She thought of herself as a mazarine blue
Playfully flying from rose to rose.

She pondered about the purpose of her creation
But got no answers and received no revelation.
The cart was her ride to heavens far above the sky
Where she lived unconscientiously as a butterfly.
She thought of herself as a mazarine blue
Playfully flying from rose to rose.

She asked about her torture and cruel detention
And why nobody's given her any attention.
“Listen to my outcries, ye most evading of all! ”
She irefully screamed at the world before she did fall.
She thought of herself as a mazarine blue
Playfully flying from rose to rose.

She’s scorned and beaten, but she feels no indignation,
While her folks give a Miss Blabla the nomination.
Her suffering has grown into a scary oak tree
Which the world has bitterly watered since she was three.
She thought of herself as a mazarine blue
Playfully flying from rose to rose.

Her dream has gone with the wind into no direction
For no one has heard her screams or felt her rejection.
She’s now crushed by her society and victimized;
She’s humiliated and for breathing criticized.
She thought of herself as a mazarine blue
Playfully flying from rose to rose.

Changing her destiny for better is her mission.
She wants the cart to send her away to her passion
Of th’ utopian life that she has always dreamed about.
But alas! Years will pass before her dream comes about.
She thought of herself as a mazarine blue
Playfully flying from rose to rose.

24 July 2009

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