Poetry

The Passion of Queens

A whirling kaleidoscope
becomes like facets of
a diamond glittering
in the sun.
I seek true feeling
beneath the false smile,
the truth of our existence.
But first, give me
the twirling dance,
the passion of queens,
the freedom of a fit body,
the sun’s rays on my face,
Surround me with angels.

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