The Queen

She followed the sun
But they never saw,
She had stories to tell,
But never did they hear
She seeked the wild,
That grew within her
She breathed fire,
When her way went dark
A lone girl,all alone
On her own path
She hid her smile,
In her footprints
Left for those
With a gypsy soul.
She fell In love with the
Words she read,
The little Queen
With a broken heart
The woman who danced
To her own song.

Copyright Radhika Rani

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