Strength
Little girl,
holding hands,
looking up to see his eyes,
still so young and so unwise.
She would look for explanation,
her heart fills a deep sensation,
little girls does not understand
why her father's hand is raised.
After years young woman stands
Crown on top, no fears has queen.
Life's a feather without the kin,
Snake will never get to win.
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