Geography, she is a Queen,
who's sovereign to Fate,
her jurisdiction facilitates
the bounds on which actors play.
Entanglement, or otherwise,
a soft impression left,
a silly thing to introduce,
a solemn thing to guise.
She is the master of the late,
she rises beneath the sun,
and yet, when all is said, and done,
she propitiates no name.
So whatever, winds the wit
that could match her own,
to take a leave, the actors bow,
and peregrinate home.
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 10:59 PM UTC
Geography, she is a Queen,
who's sovereign to Fate,
her jurisdiction facilitates
the bounds on which actors play.
Entanglement, or otherwise,
a soft impression left,
a silly thing to introduce,
a solemn thing to guise.
She is the master of the late,
she rises beneath the sun,
and yet, when all is said, and done,
she propitiates no name.
So whatever, winds the wit
that could match her own,
to take a leave, the actors bow,
and peregrinate home.
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