Strength

Little girl,

holding hands,

looking up to see his eyes,

still so young and so unwise.

 

She would look for explanation,

her heart fills a deep sensation,

little girls does not understand

why her father's hand is raised.

 

After years young woman stands

Crown on top, no fears has queen.

Life's a feather without the kin, 

Snake will never get to win.

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