Elizabeth

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Strange old tales, and secrets
that cannot be said in mere words.

The golden memory of Elizabeth, so matriarchal like,

was lit by the glowing stars,
 as the night was folding its

black veil above her sombre throne.

Her phantom like palace
looked so dark beneath the

silent stars as the dying day
breathed out her last.

That day the birds
had ceased their song 

and HER corgis
have stopped being loved. 

“This work (in full or in part) may not be reproduced in any form without the written permission of the author, Katerina Michouli.” © 2022 at 12:45, 10.09.2022.

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