Her silvery serpent swam 'cross the sea-
The echoes shocked the woods,
The signs pointed to the place to be-
and soon we'd both get good.
The wind it howled and followed like pilots
on the belly of our shark that swam the hills
soon at home we'd thread the iris
no use would it be to question our wills.
I held her in my arms that night
just as the ride was over
my blazing queen of luminous light
clear, crystal and much bolder.
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