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    Mia Valodia Wessels van Zijl

    Upon a balcony,

    beneath a pale moon, fare,

    Stood a princess of great renown.

    Hair like snow and skin like coal,

    Eyes like black holes,

    In a golden flowing gown.

    The peasant girl,

    shy below the royal window,

    of brown tatters strown.

    Pure, sun-weathered face,

    mossy, wise eyes,

    in apprehension turned down.

    Voice wearied by storm,

    towards ears undamaged by breeze,

    calls out clear and sound.

    “With heart true,

    with mind sane,

    I, My Queen, by love am bound.

    Skin like night,

    soul of molten sun,

    Have my eyes found.

    How to capture those eyes,

    so far above me,

    And by their notice be crowned?”

    Voice of silk,

    sultry as ocean waves,

    Washed down to water the earth.

    “If heart be true,

    mind sane,

    Love of sincere girth.

    Soul honest,

    eyes loyal,

    Faith to defeat hell’s hearth.

    Only then,

    with purest compassion,

    Will love be given birth.”

    In her dream-like writings 18-year-old Mia Valodia Wessels van Zijl transports readers to a more poetic reality. As a child Mia had dreams of becoming a milkman. She now plans to become a professor of English.

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