A Lonely Traveller
She's Gone with the Wind Again
by , 08-16-2010 at 03:00 AM (1582 Views)
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.
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