Quinze - Elle

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Fifteen - Her

She gallops
As a stallion
Alone in the desert
Chasing the falling stars
In the silhouette of a

black
empty
night.

She glides
As a ghost
Silently in the hallways
Winding around stairways
Into the abyss
of
crowded
streets.

She parades
On the thrown
Wearing her Crown
And Gown
Waving to the masses
of
hungry
worshipers.


C.H.

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