Saturday 5 July, 2008

The Tree on the hill top

Here I am -- On the verdant hill top,

With thoughts of loneliness

Filling my veins

I do not hear the babblers' calls...,

I do not hear the wind's song...,

I do not see the dense clouds

Which may  wash away my sorrows

I do not feel the misty grass

Swaying on to my feet to kiss...

I think I am alone,

here on the hill top..

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