VICTORIA

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VICTORIA

She’s a swipe of realities,
A deity to fairies,
And a twilight to midnight’s series.

It took only but a look into her eyes
and the gaze into her smiles
to understand the words voices failed to speak.

She’s mine; her beauty is mine to savour.
She smiles the ancient beauty of tradition
and her curves walk the aisle of Africanism.

The battlegrounds bow to her walking stance
and sing the alphabets of her name, Victory.
Hail Victoria! Queen of Elysian bliss.
How madly I am in love with thou.

©️TurksonQuills