Nice poem about noticing a gem of beauty amidst the trash that others would overlook. It says to me that the chair was once a thing of beauty and delight and that it will be again. It also kind of speaks about rebirthing something, making anew from the old.
Queen
By: Serena AxelThrough her satin dress, now tattered and stained,
I see her soul, alive and dignified.I see my lady born again in splendor.
The horns honking. I do not hear;
I hear her battered body
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