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Her orange hair piled up

in plaits and braids the

pearl necklace hanging around

her neck. The golden earrings

shine in her beauty, every step

taken in such grace.

 

Her dress, the cuffs, the sleeves, the skirt,

traded for her gold. I watch
as she takes her place

upon the magnificent throne.

My heart aches for her beauty and wealth

I should be the one there,

the one upon the throne. 

Queen Elizabeth I


By Oindrilla

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