Form: Echo Sonnet
The scarlet path that waits for royal feet, The finest crimson weave and softest pile, A bouquet welcomed with a fleeting smile, Her visit considered a regal treat. The gathered crowd of watchers cheer to greet, Her hand that waftures, gloved in purest white, A moment's glimpse to sate the briefest sight, Her visit considered a regal treat. With grace and majesty, the day complete, Her duty met the love and trust between A faithful nation and their loyal queen, Her visit considered a regal treat. The scarlet path that waits for royal feet, Her visit considered a regal treat

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