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A 17-line poem: overcoming the enemy and victory.

Oh , my King

Shall I appear empty-handed

Without an offer ,a plea

To offer your praise

Therefor my silhouette

swiftly appears before your presence

Boldly , without fear

To offer my quest, my song

To raise up my continent sisters

There are so much to explore

Yet I choose to wait

In your courtyard

Waiting for your generous approval

Excitement and suspense

Resounding their triumph

For you will surely answer

And brings out justice for us.

Be inspired❤



8 thoughts on “Presenter

  1. A poem of 17-lines comprise 17-nations with 17-lbs of wisdom, knowledge, understanding *&* loyalty of praise that never rule but govern with a loving heart!

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