as beauty goes

As Beauty Goes.

The giraffe
that looked
into my
second floor
flat
whished
it could
be human
in next life
I saw
the beast
and whish
to be
a moonbeam
so I can
shine
through
the open
window
of an attic
room
where
a beautiful
princess sleeps
one who
has got
the same
eyelashes
as the giraffe