My 3 Queens

Dainty, Black Pasha of Egypt, diamonds sitting solitaire, set in rose gold, barrettes swinging from my daughter’s hair, she’s a Decillionaire, outside of God, her worth, nothing else could possibly compare, an isthmus, no an island surrounded by inhaled air, thy royal heir, Zeus -n- Hermes fought to the death for that glazed, glamorous glance of a glare, startled by the stars stealing a stare, an elegant, intense intellect overpowering intelligence, creating miraculous miracles in pairs, walking down that mirage of invisible stairs, the daughters of a King, a Queen, a Diva, a precious, precocious dream, physically being seen, the offspring of Nakym, thy 3 gorgeous, prosperous pundits, angelic angels appearing as human beings, thy precious, precocious dream, physically being seen, thy daughters, thy 3 Queens. I more than Love you all, Adirah Kalani Zhari