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The Girl From Laos
Contributed by
Pwei
on
Tuesday, 16th March 2004 @ 05:10:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Long ago I was travelling in Laos,
I met a girl in a wooden house.
She made me some tea and showed me the view,
Her face was kind and her clothes were blue.
We lay down together with hardly a word,
We kissed in the moonlight and something occurred.
It felt just so pure as we hugged in the night,
Her eyes were so deep, a wonderful sight.
We slept so close we were almost as one,
When I woke she still slept and the moonlight was gone.
I got up and left, the moment was so right,
I wanted to remember how she looked that night.
I sat on the bus to the Mekong and dreamed,
How her lips had sparkled, her long hair had gleamed.
I couldn’t resist her I left for her home,
But when I arrived there my friend in this poem.
Was perched on her doorstep a man at her side,
They laughed just like lovers and my heart just died.
Why couldn’t I have left with memories so true,
I could always return to when life becomes blue.
I returned to the bus with no more than a shiver,
And washed out my thoughts in the long, winding river.
Copyright ©
Pwei
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2004-03-16 17:10:20] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Girl From Laos
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 16th March 2004 @ 06:30:20 PM AEST (User
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Delightfully written, full of foreign (to me at least) imagery, romance, beauty, loss, regret and a river.
One very enjoyable read.
Thanks for penning it for us. |
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