My Princess

Canopy of her naughtiness

stings in my memories;

the refreshing blare of whispers

that ended up along with the

disruptive notions.

I looked out everywhere

with a hope to find my love-

my little princess;

except her unused room

for toys and paintings…

PS: This is a work of fiction written for Write Tribe’s Wednesday Prompt which is a Photo Prompt this time.

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