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A Lonely Traveller

She's Gone with the Wind Again

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I've been lying here waiting;
A noisy brook nearby has been babbling for one and a half afternoon.
No footstep of my love in the mist,
only a wood of whispering pines
whispering her name over and over again.
One day and a half lingers as long as one century and a half.

She's gone with the wind again,
nowhere to be found.
Only a summer of cicadas
keep singing her song over and over again.

My heart tells me I have to travel alone
without her company.

To hear her clear crispy voice again, it takes ages and ages.
Ah! I can only leave her rippling dimples
to my dream.


Updated 08-17-2010 at 06:37 AM by angliholic

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  1. Virgil's Avatar
    This is very nice too. I think it would be improved by cutting out those last two lines and ending with "...her clear crispy voice again."
  2. angliholic's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by Virgil
    This is very nice too. I think it would be improved by cutting out those last two lines and ending with "...her clear crispy voice again."
    Thanks, Virgil, for the excellent suggestion!

    Onlookers always see better.


    Wish you well!
  3. Virgil's Avatar
    You're welcome.
  4. aliengirl's Avatar
    Very sweet poem! I like the title too. Your choice of words create an effect of hushed silence and long waiting hours. Superb!
  5. angliholic's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by aliengirl
    Very sweet poem! I like the title too. Your choice of words create an effect of hushed silence and long waiting hours. Superb!
    Thanks, AG, for the sweet words.

    Your words keep me going on!


    Wish you well