Story of a maiden

She is not a lonely
girl, nor having a willing to not be
so.
She felt his warm in the snowy,
and covering in her free.

Don't know, I
it's just her dream.
maybe.
She does her try
to fell the moon beam.
but crybaby.

Her man exists not
now.
on hopping a lot
a man will do his bow.

She reflects her
in a crack mirror.
not blur,
yet clearer.

She's too sweet
for a perfect man.
She waits on the seat
for a kiss of grand.

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