The fairy tale continues

The Little Mermaid

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The storm passed;

There was no ship in sight.

Red and glowing, the sun rose,

Marking the end of night,

Bringing life to the prince’s face.

She kissed his forehead and his eyes,

Stroked his wet hair and his cheek

Underneath the lightening sky.

Towing him gently to a little bay,

Where fine white sand had washed ashore,

Soft and warm in the youthful light of day,

The little mermaid left the prince.

Before her was dry land:

Tall blue mountains,

Green forests,

A church where bells rang

And young girls roamed

In a fertile garden.

Disguised in sea foam,

Concealed behind a crop of rocks

The little mermaid could only watch

As a maiden found the prince.

When he was revived

He smiled

At everyone but the mermaid

Who had saved his life.

Sad and silent

She returned

To her sisters and the sea.

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