Slithering Quills Poem by Seguya Julius

Slithering Quills



A quill and I soar in poesy heights
In love, my verses I recite
A queen watches dropping strokes of my write.

Her words are light
In the dark when my eyes are shut to sight.

Shoot for the moon, not the stars in the night.
For a queen, I a king writes in might.

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