Zen like she waltz around,
Under the starlit tree.
Glittering nail paint, glassy lips,
Glimmer in her eyes, flutter in her heart,
Sparks running within .
In a soft peach dress,
Skipping around the gleaming tree.
Waltzing again, gurgling with giggles.
Freedom awaits,
Her lover now forgotten.
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