The Princess

A Princess is tossed aside near the sea,

Buried by the sandy grains.

Oh, how she would much rather be at tea,

Instead of forgotten by child brains.

While the princess wishes for a peaceful life

The children play,

Not aware of her strife.

When tired, the children lay

By the sea.

Gently they place their ball,

Glad to be free from the busy bees.

While the princess thinks herself a rose, the children only see a doll.

A toy to play and abandon, not a creature with a heart of its own.

The End

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