Her man eloped with the clouds,
while she's no more a virgin,
her eyes shined to the setting sun
her bosom throbbed to the touch of wind
her skin soft and fair
her flower pink as summer lily after rain
her nights all eaten in the shroud of cold
with pains and tears and fears, untold
her sighs, when heard, make the mountains weep
avalanche of desire that would never sleep
Until one day, a knight was riding near the place,
brave and strong and with the smartest face
his horse galloping shook the earth around
her heart and eyes, in his eyes were drowned
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