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Stocial Majesty
Her stocial Majesty overtook her that night.
Hoarder mind zealot lovingly germinated.
The day vandal vandalised my hope then looked blithely up.
Behold her still, daringly, all heart blood voracious.
War each night cannot be brokered, a spears hit.
Night games vacancy even gracious maraschino veracity, zero hear.
Today's prompt was to write a poem based on the sounds in a foreign language poem.
The poet I was inspired by was Gerda Blees and her poem Stoerste Meisje. Which you can find here. I've only done the first verse but recommend the poem it was a good read,
I love how Stoerste Meisje translates as strongest girl and Stocial Majesty still conjures quiet strength.
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