Power of a Woman (day 370)

It is the evenings walks
Which I grow fond of
With Aiku and the princess herself
We roam the streets
At half past eleven
A dog and myself makes three
We speak a tongue
A foreign tongue
That rolls out of my head like sugar
I’ve learned a poem
A rhyme for the moon
It is here I’ve learnt
The power of a woman
It is where my heart grows fond

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