S.C. Setai

Voices
Haunting and Whispering
with hatred
TAUNTING
...

I am forgotten and alone,
with only my memorys for friends,
I hear the wind outside whistle and grone,
shall I go back and make amends?
...

As I stand by the unnamed love,
and see her joke, smile laugh and jeast,
her face is like the heavenly dove,
may I lie with you and sleep for time the reast.
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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.
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I ride slowly through the wood,
on the bright summer's day,
there the colorful flowers and plants stood,
and this place for ever could I stay.
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As I above the dark filled grave stand,
words are spoken I do not hear,
tears fall on the moonlit land,
the world is still, the dawn draws near.
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