majesty.
the epitome of rectitude.
with every step she takes
makes the grass grow
their way to their finest roots.
her hair is like threads of gold
that's used to weave spiffing
patterns to a superior's clothes.
her eyes glitters amongst any soul,
and her heart; so pure, filled with goals.
lo behold, her majesty,
she, who holds such ecstasy.
no matter how difficult things could be
i know she'll always be there
standing next to me.
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Wild Cards
Poetry"Wild Cards" is a collection of poems and proses for all of the uncertainties we'll have to gamble through after taking the risk and giving chance to open ourselves to something new.
