Robe Project — 7

No wings her gown flares out as she walks, stands in the slightest breeze.
The cape of gossamer like dragon flies the swirling tides,
The wind provides disguises her intent and station.
She is royal we agree but there is more we do not see
for the robe the cape the gown reveal less than what they conceal
Thus the mystery
How does she fly away?

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