In the flowerbed, the maiden sleeps.
She looks exactly like a doll, with her cream-colored skin and golden curls.
Her chest moves with each breath,
The hem of her powder-blue dress flutters slightly in the breeze.
The maiden is dreaming.
She dreams of pastries and cakes covered in cream.
She dreams of new dresses and hair ribbons.
She dreams of friends, old and new.
The maiden dreams of simple things, as young girls do.
She lives her life as a dream, even when awake.
She floats through life on smiles and happiness, passing them on to those around her.
The maiden stirs.
She opens her large eyes and looks up to the sky.
Even though
In the flowerbed, the maiden sleeps.
She looks exactly like a doll, with her cream-colored skin and golden curls.
Her chest moves with each breath,
The hem of her powder-blue dress flutters slightly in the breeze.
The maiden is dreaming.
She dreams of pastries and cakes covered in cream.
She dreams of new dresses and hair ribbons.
She dreams of friends, old and new.
The maiden dreams of simple things, as young girls do.
She lives her life as a dream, even when awake.
She floats through life on smiles and happiness, passing them on to those around her.
The maiden stirs.
She opens her large eyes and looks up to the sky.
Even though