The Coronation
on this night the train Coming
sounded like the foghorn of
a ship passing in the night
waking up from a sound sleep
into Crowning terms of realities
Communal Ceremonial bestowals
of Coronets anointed monarchs
bespoke Coats of many Colours
bespeaking from beyond graves
developing Coherent strategies to
find Chain and bind light of hope
metamorphisms of mariposas
a stirring on the inside
a jubilant sovereignty's
a Child is being bourne
a Celestial Lion wearing
The Corona of the Sun
on its pate a fiery mane
upon golden hues of flesh
a royal type adornment
worn of Kings & Queens
next in line to heir

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Hakuna Matata! Peace and Love, mlowe. A crowning pen. May the corona of truth continue to shine!
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Nice write!
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Very nice indeed. I enjoyed reading this. Thanks for sharing Wize.
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I like this poem.
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