Sylvia Frances Chan (22 November / Jakarta)
And Then She Was Gone (part 5)
This story started at Gita's (Part I) , then comes Sandra's (Part II) and Leonard makes number 3 (Part III) and Debs (Part IV) now comes Part V where I took part of it, hehe...Who follows?
And Then She Was Gone (Part V)
Holy moly dopy...was it a ghost, not she....?
Where was that awesome beautiful lady?
with the breathtaking beautiful breasts
I must find her, if not I shall neither pause nor rest
Holy moly clever girl
you are again on travel like the windy whirl
you think to be the boss of me?
you think I cannot find you, maid... it's so easy
though the moon almost disappears
you think that I'll shed some tears? !
Oh no not at all my Lady,
though every tree becomes shady
the moon leaves me, I am not afraid
looking for an ordinary maid
when I saw you for the first time
you were so very beautiful, that was prime
the deepest night it isn't morning yet
because of the heavy rain I am soaking wet
though dark I saw you at the tombstone
there was no one else, you were just alone
the low hanging trees, so many bats and poisonous snakes
I have my flashlight, but a pity the pools have turned into lakes
you are in that cute little hut, you murmured
how strange I saw you were walking backward
are you a human-being or a ghost?
remember, how strange it sounds, I am still your host!
vanity, calamity, insanity you are gone
why have you a long skirt, but your legs are none...?
Sylvia Frances Chan
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