She's the purest of lights on the heavenly firmament
She's like the shining star, a beautiful golden ornament
She's the hope you feel in the air, our highest monument
She's like a poet, with a feather in her hand as an armament
She's the spirit of a new beginning, on a white shore obelisk
She's like the essence of our dreams, our private novelist
She's our mindowner, our thoughts monopolist
She writes from bottoms of our hearts
She writes from the tips of our wings
She writes straight from the skies
All hail the queen!
the queen,
of poetry.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 2:44 PM UTC
She's the purest of lights on the heavenly firmament
She's like the shining star, a beautiful golden ornament
She's the hope you feel in the air, our highest monument
She's like a poet, with a feather in her hand as an armament
She's the spirit of a new beginning, on a white shore obelisk
She's like the essence of our dreams, our private novelist
She's our mindowner, our thoughts monopolist
She writes from bottoms of our hearts
She writes from the tips of our wings
She writes straight from the skies
All hail the queen!
the queen,
of poetry.
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