A poor ferryman is crossing the quiet river <br />and suddenly she changed into a whirlpool. <br />The swing bridge is in full swing <br />with the east wind <br />and the fading twilight sky <br />looks like a watercolor painting. <br />I can hear the ferryman's whimper <br />who hides at all. <br />A dealer, poor girl's money lending uncle <br />who takes her cunningly to a Manor for housekeeping. <br />I read the ferryman's teary eyes <br />where it stuck the hidden words there. <br />'Be careful my little red riding hood <br />when sweeping the garden <br />specially under the thorn-bearing trees <br />don't be in barefoot. <br />I am waiting for you my sleeping beauty <br />and whatsoever I promise you to marry <br />in the next equinox'. <br /> <br />To the poetess Amanda.Lukas<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/swansong-2/
