Day 8: Noble Maiden Fair

She flies across the land,

Drifting aimlessly and sharp as an arrow.

She pierces through your heart,

Staying thoughtlessly and soft as the day.

She’s my noble maiden,

Fair and just, my lovely lark of time.

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