One wondered shore, lone in night
As darkness shone, far to bright
Where wind blew cold, by the tide
And day grew mold, as she cried
“Alas the day had gone too far
And mists had homed another star!
The roar now fills again my woe
I can not stay I can not go!”
“T’ is what reason thou must run? –
Voice as treason heard she dun
And why alone here must lay
Art thou forlorn, or astray?”
“Know not spirit, thou woe or pain
Or of my soul now what is bane
I stand alone where waves do heave
From what thou do I ask thou: leave”
And voices gently whisper in the sand
This guest would never listen to her words
But voices came along from distant land
And left he than alone her to her worlds
Author notes
This is one of my attempts to create a poem on foreign language. Though barely complete, with myriads of weak points (especially the end) I will continue if asked.
Comments
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"do you know what grammar and punctuaton is?"
No, I am illiterate. -
stop trying to be my friend.
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“Know not spirit, thou woe or pain
Or of my soul now what is bane
I stand alone where waves do heave
From what thou do I ask thou: leave”
And voices gently whisper in the sand
This guest would never listen to her words
But voices came along from distant land
And left he than alone her to her worlds
do you know what grammar and punctuaton is?
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