Charlotte Ballard

Norodom Sihanouk - Poem by Charlotte Ballard

I met a prince
And watched him age
Thru photographs made
At each turning year.
His black eyes turn from
Humor to pain to
A watchfulness that
A young man never
Had. He dreamed of
Music and of dance -
Took vows of silence
To hide his longing for
Another path, yet not taken.
A king now, he still holds
Truth in the curve of his
Hand and in the line of his

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 9, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, October 10, 2011

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