Ripples of Glamour


I was there when they sang affection.
I knew them not by thoughts.
Effervescence descended on me:
Their brilliance, the food of kings;
Dare thee now morose a suitor;
Dare thee now stupefy the dowry;
Dare thee not their breaths in crowns;
Queens of ZAS by this street abide.
Moments seem unreal with them.
Earth must have missed their arrival
To speak to me in twinkles:
Stars doubt their forbearance;
Empathize (O ZAS) so as to guard as yours.

This powerful piece of writing—Ripples of Glamour—came at the behest of Amolifel Ogar’s adventure with her friends at a place of personal reinvigoration and fulfilment. It is also written by Zelophehad Adah Sampson of The ZAS Household.

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