Conversations



(She:)
"Was that the sound of gentle streams
That on this rocks are falling to?"

(I:)
"No, my Love! it is in your dreams
That my dry lips are calling you!"

(She:)
"Was that the voice of that great bard,
Who grew so wise and died too young?"

(I:)
"No my darling! it is not hard
To hear my heart humming your song!"



P.Siddartha
17may2006.

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