Forgotten CinderellaA Poem by Keli Renee
She sits alone inside her chamber,
Picks and nibbles at toast of rye.
The beggar life not once became her,
Yet here she sits, in air too dry.
Her dreams are filled with hope and laughter,
Awakes to find that nothing's true.
She looks for sun long saught after,
Only finds deep empty blue.
But late one night upon a star,
Appears a fairy wand and all.
She says "Oh child, who you are...
Should be dancing the Midnight Ball."
© 2010 Keli Renee
Shelved in 2 LibrariesAdded on December 15, 2009
Last Updated on February 22, 2010
AboutKonnichiwa!!! I'm Keli. I'm a 16 year old junior living in Virginia. I sing, I write, I read, I draw, and I'm *trying* to become a good photographer. Wish me luck? Meeting new people excites me .. more..
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