Mythopoetrix

The fire of her hair is drenched
(With morning dew)
One jewel-bright eye
(I think it’s blue)
Peeks at me

Makes me free
(Well, how ‘bout you?)
Glad to fall or fly
(It’s worth the view)
The longing of my soul quenched.

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