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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