King

A million rings upon a crown
Lifted up from underground
High upon the sky of light
Tip tops touching glassy night
The throne room waits for its king
Who cut off the million rings

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.