Ascend the Throne.

Arise, ascend the throne.
Accept the crowning of adolescence.

An embodiment of perfection
She know not the vanity of reflection
Un aware of her beauty she grows ore so each day
Breaking the mould of perfection in modification
Her eyes at a glance seem to dance with the
Streetlamps that shine above her shadow

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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