soft rainbows ran down her cheek
and pearls fell from her lips,
there were blue bells blooming
in the curves of her hips,
she was fragile as a porcelain doll
and as sweet as a candy,
her dreams were made of fairy dust
and blackberry brandy
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of pretty girls and constellations
Poetrya collection of poems about pretty girls and love and the stars and of all things beautiful