Monday, 12 September 2016

The beloved Queen of Awe

After all these years
Her beauty unfading, unfailing,
Hallowed, even the mighty thunder, bows
And chivalrous love in earnest ascends
To her sunlit chambers,
Where melody and meaning serve
The beloved Queen of Awe.

K.Oni

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