The Majestics

 

Oh, your majesties,

you stun me to the core

with your glorious beauty.

The eyes of an old sage,

shine infinite wisdom,

pouring into and over,

everything in your paths.

Oh, how I wish 

to be in your presence!

I'd bow graciously,

and throw the petals

of the most luxurious flowers

known to man,

under your feet.

Please think of me,

while remembering...

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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