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His eyes are dark,
His gaze is deep,
His hair is raven shade.
There is a spark,
An emerald steep,
His light will never fade.
The brightest glance,
With earnest whispers,
Earns him willing trust.
The tallest stance,
Though butterfingers,
His words are kind and just.
(Victoria)
The Emerald King
© Copyright: Аделина Грант, 2014
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