WAITING SOUL | WEEKLY CONTEST WEEK 7 - Poetry Game - Day 4
On the coiled snake mountain
The one that is thousands of feet high
Protects the crown of the king
My lover went into the mountain casting out demons
I accompanied my lover to the river bank
Don't turn around, don't forget me
She leaves from there
Never coming back, It's hard to see each other again
I want to make shoes for my lover
So that he can walk miles
The moans of warm rain, cold moonlight
But I never saw again, my lover's white dress
Under the mountain where the snake coiled
The river water gurgled
I keep looking at the return of my lover
Like the years gone by
Here is a simple poem which I can dedicate to this occasion, hope you are entertained. Thank you for visiting and support, Best Regard!
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