at an angle the sun slides between her bones
to chase out the cold ghosts of dawn
who with sleep crusted auras
float to the mills of time when we were queens
of industries that required tough skins
and a hunger to chase some pursuit of happiness
as our kings fought the windmills of tyranny
on the shores of the land of Joan and Henry
and in the moments of dying star blaze
the queens gracefully dance into the old river of life
to reset a past that doesn’t stay put
words less spoken 
Every rhyme is really good, but this one ”at an angle the sun slides between her bones
to chase out the cold ghosts of dawn” its excellent! Thanks for sharing!!
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Obrigado, poeta. I was sipping pre-dawn coffee in a 119+ year old building and was captivated as the sun light started to ooze through the windows. It was sheer beauty.
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Poeta! Only the eyes of the artist can appreciate that kind of beauty!!!! Your words are wonderful! Keep them coming!
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Brilliant writing and thank you for the follow on ThusNSuch.
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thank you for the kind words, for reading and am looking forward to enjoying your offerings
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