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It brings happiness.
I am looking at the sundown, 
tied in a tree branches.

In the Garama river cruise,
we laugh and joke,
with monkeys in the trees,
and with the fireflies.

The experience with no price,
but has a great value, 
We come and go.
We meet and depart.

We listen to different stories.
Stories of bravery.
Tales of cultures.
And the beauty of the language.

The language of tongue. 
The language of self. 
But I am putting an ink to paper, 
will make the story begin.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 8/28/2014 8:47:00 PM
Hi, Neldy, I enjoyed reading your poem. And you have the right idea of putting ink to paper. In this poem you could write about the sun going down and how beautiful the sky is, your river cruise the monkeys in the trees, etc. Each a story in inself. I am new here and I happy to meet you and read your poetry.
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Date: 9/6/2018 8:33:00 AM
How are Darlene. Thank you. It's been a while..
Date: 8/28/2014 10:01:00 AM
Dear Neldy: Your poem is very much like the story-tellers from a age passed. Lovely read. Lovely write. Keep writing. Leon
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Date: 9/6/2018 8:34:00 AM
Thank you so much Leon. Please also share more of your craft...