A crown,
not always metal, not always bright,
sometimes, a halo of sweat-soaked hair,
earned beneath a scorching sun, a laborer's quiet triumph.
Sometimes, the delicate curve of a newborn's skull,
a fragile promise, a universe unfolding,
a reign just begun.
A crown,
the silver dusting of wisdom, etched in lines,
a cartographer of lived experience,
a silent testament to battles won and lost.
The artist's...
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