This is not a blanket,
tied around my neck.
This is a symbol of my pride,
this is a symbol of my stature
in a society long gone by.
See, I'm a princess,
regal, smart
and standing tall.
See my elegance and my grace,
as I sweep by with my long cape.
For it's not a blanket
tied around my neck.
it's proof of the nobility
I've always wished
but never been.
This is not a blanket,
tied about my head.
this is the robe,
the mysterious clothing
of a culture of old.
See, I'm an Arabian maiden,
shy and quiet,
with big dark eyes,
and secrets untold.
See me float, as I wisp on by
covered with my dark robe.
For it's not a blanket,
tied around my head.
It's the mysterious gown,
of a young girl,
I've always wondered about.
This is not a blanket.
Author notes
Option two.
Ah the imagination of a young girl! (Yes I pretended these things when I was little, hehe.)
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i love it. it so true. these are the kinds of things children do. their imagination truly transforms ordinary things into the extraordinary. it truly expresses the imangination and wonder that lies inside a child's mind.
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This reminds me of Linus, from Peanuts! He was always my favourite character. Very nicely done, best of luck and many thanks for entering!
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Lel! Haha yeah Linus rocks. He's probably one of my favorites too. Thanks for your comment!
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