#53 – The adjustments of the inevitable

08/09/2022

If the streams continued to carry the seas
As the birds flutters among the trees
Will you look back to the city and me
Or would gaze into the horizon with masked glee

It fell gently if such a thing could be said
But the bridge that held this nation is fled
Perhaps a king will hold firm in her stead
The smiths called it, the Queen is dead

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