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A queen I was, some time ago

A mother to princes, wife to a king.

My jewels were priceless,

My furs pure delight.

Yet all the stone remembers

Is a change of plain clothes

And some flowers, draped over my arm.

A youth came by, took pity on me

And gave me a stole,

A wreath devoid of flowers

Which had died another death.

I stand and I remember.

I watch and I cry.

20:43 Gepost door Paule in Algemeen | Permalink | Commentaren (2) | Tags: photo stories |  Facebook |


z'n toepetje is afgewaaid. verkeerde lijm?

Gepost door: f r e d | 12-08-08

Knap samengesteld met die foto, zo te zien;
A queen she "was"

Gepost door: wim | 12-08-08

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