THE QUEEN AND THE PRINCE

She was the queen of forest,
He was the prince of castle,
Her life- simple and best,
Oh! A victory in another battle.

She wore a crown of leaves,
He was dressed in diamonds and golds,
A rock for a throne that she heaves,
And another letter that he unfolds.

She talks with the birds and flies,
He lives for his people's justice,
And for a heart– alone she cries,
His eyes search for somethin' they miss...
                                                       ~Taekita369

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  1. Anonymous6 February 2025 at 23:39

    Amazing poetry. I suppose you are the queen here?

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    1. Taekita36927 February 2025 at 07:06

      Ain't we all are supposed to be queens in our own world ..?

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    2. Anonymous30 May 2025 at 21:28

      Who knows, someday you might end up being the queen of someone else's world too...

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