She was crying profusely
Sitting inside the little cave
Where she sat on the stone
Why was she afraid to go home
How could she prefer to stay in this dome
Dusk drew darkness of evening close
Her agitating mind getting no repose
She hadn’t returned for so long
Hardly could he think what went wrong
He did not know what was in store
Bad omens, images kept coming to the fore
Where should he find her, where could she go
