S.C. Setai


Laughter of the stream


I walk along by the stream,
listening to the laughter of the stones and water,
I remenber the times of joy, were they a dream?
the times I danced with the heavenly daughter.

I used to talk with her for days,
talking and walking toward the setting sun,
I remember you now in so many different ways,
and I will stay and love you till the streams laughter is done.

Submitted: Friday, April 18, 2008
Edited: Thursday, April 24, 2008

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  • Chantelle Clark (4/18/2008 6:10:00 PM)

    This is well done. Although I have one comment to make on spelling, it could of just been missed typed or perhaps I am just picking out something that is right lol. In the 3rd line of the 1st stanza it says, '[...]times of job, where they a dream? '

    Do you mean, 'were'?

    Anyways, well done. (Report) Reply

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