Indigo Dress

She wears the color of the kings
her sensuous womanly silhouette
painted with silk and lace
parades
almost floating on the parquet
it's royal, the richness
the depth of that blue
darker than her sequin eyes
and the oceans too.
dyed in far away lands
and sewed by fairy hands
she's not queen or princess
but cried cerulean tears
magic knocked to her door
while she mopped the floor
never attended to balls
neither danced in greater halls
lustrous indigo is her gown
if midnight strikes, there'll be no crown.

A small taste of Cinderella and her dress.
Day 3