SatJaDham is proud to present an installment of our series of "Poetry:a soft voice from a (gentle) hear": Stung By Alisak Sanavongsay +++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Soft was the wind That day we met. Beautiful was the sky As we watched the sunset. Sweet was your voice Which I can never forget. Ten wonderful months Together, we shared. Ten wonderful months You showed you cared. Ten wonderful months I got pretty scared. Ten wonderful months I finally dared. Happy were our parents Tying our strings. Joyful were our friends Ready to sing. Tearful were we Exchanging our rings. Two rough years Where did we go wrong? Two rough years Demons sang our song. Two rough years Love was not so strong. Two rough years Nothing seemed as long. Moaning was the wind That day you left. Gloomy was the sky As I watched the sunset. Sour was your voice Which I can never forget. Gone are the days; Memories still linger. Gone is the baby; No more songs I sing her. Gone is the ring; Painfully pulled my finger. Gone is the love; I've removed its stinger. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Disclaimer : The views expressed in all SatJaDham postings are the responsibilty of the author and do not neccessarily represent those of all members of SatJaDham or the Lao community. Please send any comments, criticism, questions, or suggestions to email@example.com or post them on Soc.culture.laos newsgroup. For more information about SatJaDham please visit our homepage at http://www.lao.net/satjadham.html or http://www.cs.sonoma.edu/~saycocie/sjdnews.html.