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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❤
ChallEngEr
Each lines poured up with full of emotions,nicely articulated
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Hi there. thank you .🤗have a good day
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yes
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ya stay safe thankyou
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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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