She had
Spun gold for her hair
Skin ever so fair
Eyes blue like the sky
Arms outstretched so wide
A crown of twelve stars
A mother's tender heart
Dressed in white she shines
Her radiance blinds
Upon a globe she stands
A child she presents
A serpent she crushes
Her feet on its head
A Queen of power
A lady, a mother
Who then, might she be -
Have you ever wondered?
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Beyond the Clouds
PoetryWhether you believe in God, Allah, or simply a mysterious higher power, here's a few casual poems to whoever sits beyond the clouds. They're not the best, but they are from my heart ;) Feel free to give feedback or share what you feel in the commen...
