The world is the color of day-old coffee
and copper coins;
The same metallic edge lingers
in our mouths.
The woman masked by the browning lenses is a queen,
walking in disguise among these mortals.
They sense this
They feel the awe and wonder
mixing with secretive disdain--
the whispers which invariably shadow royalty.
Mar 31, 2012
Mar 31, 2012 at 8:13 PM UTC
The world is the color of day-old coffee
and copper coins;
The same metallic edge lingers
in our mouths.
The woman masked by the browning lenses is a queen,
walking in disguise among these mortals.
They sense this
They feel the awe and wonder
mixing with secretive disdain--
the whispers which invariably shadow royalty.
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