Masquerade

In a shimmering purple dress,

She entered the dimly lit hall,

With a purple mask on her beautiful face,

She entered the dimly lit hall.

Girls with beautiful dresses,

And their creative masks,

Gliding on the floor,

With their newly bought shoes.

All of a sudden, with a pain in her head,

She awoke from a dream, her glass dream.

With tears in her eyes, she picked up the broom

Cleaning the house for another day.