Biki
Eyes of glitter.
Heart of crescents.
The damsel of my heart needs no filters.
Born with looks and skin of gold,
She walks a path of nothing but thrones.
Blessed with that as a silver spoon,
As humble as lark that life she leaves.
All she brings is fortune as told,
Not a single pride left in her as a whole.
All men do is try to woo,
She turns away waiting for the day of days.
Head held high with pride of gold,
my damsel leaves her life with no litters.
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