She left her hair down the window,
For the prince to send her a letter, But her feet froze, her hands froze,
A gulf of fog played the game,
Which parted both of them,
The letter vanished ,
His words dissolved,
In that unexpected silence,
The princess still waits in the tower,
For the dissolved words she wishes to hear..
Copyright 2017 Chitkala Mulye ( Chitkala Aditosh)
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