Princess- Rooted To Her Realm

Through curves of the high hills—

Covered herself by greens,

Through the dunes with ups and down,

Forming mirage on her gown...

She continued with her expedition,

In her same careless fashion.

The Neva did she stopped,

Neither did she bother for the loved ones.

She was on her own mystical journey,

Where freedom had no boundaries.

 She never cared for the tear,

Took confinement from the twinge and terror.

She was never wrong though—

She had all the rights to travel with the flow,

Fools were the rest, who expected

For which she was bound to & enacted.