Her dress she was wearing,
how bright and colorful
like the sunrise, this
high tech woman who love
to twirl around like the
roller coaster, she put on her
world class makeup on that
precious young and
adorable face, not too
brightful but truly rightful
thing in life, she smile
like a young version of one
fine princess to be, it
could be Cinderella, how
dedicate she is, her heart
actually strong indeed but
her beauty is filled with
magic, she went to the
magnificent ball middle at
night very happily and a
lovable spirit, she walk
up like that. When she was
standing in the staircase
balcony by herself alone
only one simple moment of
her life, until then. She
walk down gracefully to
the people, she put her
hand out to the Prince,
and he take her to the dance
floor, he dance with her
romantically she put her
dreamy eyes at him, her
cheeks was truly warm and
kind and gentle, he kissed
her like soft and easygoing
pillowed clouds, she love
it, she said her own words
to be, have courage and be
kind to the man of her
dreams forever and ever,
all her people called one high
spirited woman as Ella,
the kingdom called her
incredible Cinderella, The
End
Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-21-16
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