On a May evening, at sunset
I heard a young woman cry
Whiled the moon appeared in the sky.
I listen to her crying
As the moon, excel so bright
She continues on, all thought the night
It was so sad to hear that cry
I felt helpless to her flight
I search the glen and saw no sight
I explore the woodland by the brook
Something moved beside the oak tree
I sense her presents close to me
As the dawn was braking
Her cry became a scream
Then, I saw her kneeling by the stream
Her long hair flowed around her
Whiled she lamented and she whines
Phantom woman, you got inside my mind
Disappearing before my very eyes
My bewilderment left me to mystify
Who was that sprit that keened and cried? young
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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