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Inner Whispers

(May 25,2008 (d day this page was born) / Philippines)

A nymph`s call at waterfalls...


(Monday, September 15,2008)

A nYmpH by chance happened to pass by a waterfalls...
And was attracted in it's submurging rush of crystal waters,
Her wings are broken, can't fly, can't explore;
So she waited for a mortal to carry her near the pool.

Then the mortal came, by chance, passed into woods thru the falls,
And saw the most beautiful nymph he had ever seen in dreams;
He offered to lift her up, carry her on his back,
So the nymph can enjoy the rapture of the site!

The mortal stared while the nYmpH giggle and laugh,
And as their eyes met, they knew they are in lOve;
Alas! She needs no wings to fly or even swim on deep waters of the site!

I am the nYmph, yOu are the mortal, can we be One in heart?

Submitted: Saturday, January 24, 2009
Edited: Friday, June 17, 2011

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  • Maia Padua (2/8/2009 7:00:00 AM)

    i love this piece....
    it brings back memories...one of my classmates used to call me that...
    'nymph'.....until now if we can see each other...still loves to call me that way
    hmmmm...your piece is beautiful...a beautiful story in a beautiful poem..
    i love this........10+++ (Report) Reply

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