@marcmire
The maid of Orleans. [Joan of Arc]
Old Joan looked at me- As if no maid lead the revolution, For centuries gone by, Ever drawn to the courageous hearts, That long to see the world, Where the sun never sets, Where the wind plays fair, And our eyes fed by the spectacle; Of glory, wisdom, and faith. Long the wonder and remnants, In the dark and hopeless times, For she, the maid of Orleans, Come to save us thee. **- Marcmire**
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What to do? You are already accepted by one community but this is good which means we are happy to have you. 👍🍀
Thank you so much!
Now this one sounds much better than the other. Poetry that can make me sigh in relief. I am imagining myself sitting by the window while reading this one.