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Song: I've been alive for fifteen years

The poem uses a four-tone step intonation pattern

By Filipi KallhoffPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
Song: I've been alive for fifteen years
Photo by pawel szvmanski on Unsplash

I've been alive for fifteen years.

I should go see the world!

All the little sisters in the countryside.

Everyone has become clever and intelligent.

I should go and see the world.

Everyone says I'm beautiful.

I must think about it.

If the shepherd comes to court

how I should treat them.

I must think about it.

He would say, "I love you."

I must also show him my interest.

and say the same three words to him.

It won't hurt.

I'm going to show him interest, too.

This is something completely new to me.

I don't know how to talk about love yet.

He will ask me for a token of affection.

What to give? I can't get anything.

I don't know how to talk about love yet.

I want to give him my shepherd's stick.

But I need it myself.

And in order to protect myself against the beasts that come.

I could not part with my own dog.

But I needed it myself.

In the silence of the wilderness

I could not do without a flute.

I would have given him a sheep

I would have given him a sheep, but I was afraid that the owner of the flock would come and check the account.

I also need a flute.

I remember that I was young and naive.

I, the shepherdess, had given him a kiss.

Was it for the shepherd's former troubles

And that is why he was given such a reward?

I, the shepherdess, gave him a kiss.

What is the good of this?

I did not see any benefit.

Once I had ceased to be attached to him

He will no longer be deceived.

I have seen no benefit.

Love is the master of the heart.

What to do, in the end, will be arranged.

Love must pay the price.

Love's arrows are never in vain.

What is to be done is to be arranged in the end.

So the shepherdess said.

Let the shepherd pass here again.

That the flock may not be diminished.

She gave her heart to the shepherd as a reward.

Let the shepherd pass by here again.

performance poetry

About the Creator

Filipi Kallhoff

Be a sailor of the world and swim in every port

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