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A poem for Kathryn Chandria Manuel Bernardo; a woman and a Queen.
Queen
She's twenty and free watch her walk with the wind and dance like lightning to the storm.
She flies with wings made of dreams then blooms like a flower with a thorn.
You may fall in love with every universe, galaxies and infinities of her, every scar and flaws weaved will be seen like stitches with needle and a thread.
She's beautiful made with imperfections, like the sky with stars unseen.
She's fire, she's ice and every constellation in between.
A woman of sense, madness, of heart and wonder. Taking over every throne and claiming every crown.
She reigns, she's pouring. Like rain, like storm, like goddess in her true form.
She's twenty, she's Queen She's the woman named Kathryn.
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Happy Birthday Kathryn! You're one hell of a woman and a Queen.
