Poem: Eyonte

When I took the first step,
   it did not feel right.
The moon had not appeared,
   the stars were not guiding me.

Her name was Eyonte,
   I remember it clearly.
Hair that was golden brown.
   The way she wrote e in her name.

Eyont-e! Oh, Eyont-e!
   How much I miss hearing it too.
Why did you have to leave?
   without a whisper or a kiss.

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