The crowns on theirs heads shone
Like the morning light
Their garments were tailored with finest of fabrics,
And their sweet fragrance was a rare form of refinement.
She stood in the middle of them, humbled,shaken and intimidated.
There was need to remind her that she was a queen too, that's why she was among them.
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
