With aerial presence ascribed to a queen
she soars on tranquility's palette of dreams,
most radiant, peaceful and regal of mien,
the daisy of passion in gowns of sunbeams.
While Marion brushes her tresses wind-chased,
she croons as a lily in Annabelle's vase,
perfumed as the grandeur of roses embraced,
with hands like small butterflies folding with grace.
May sweetness and calmness of artistry flow
as lids make soft shadows when long lashes close.
Swift lullabies hasten on dew-drops below
where dreams await kisses in daisy's repose!
To Maa (rose)by Annabelle (lily)
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