The Black Queen

Like a wildflower which grows from a crack Impossible it was not to notice her sparks She was not for everyone For only few knew her worth The very few who were blessed with eyes and knew it’s work With an invisible crown on her head Her big round eyes eying ahead Her past not […]

The Black Queen

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