at the waters edge

Posted on Aug 22nd, 2006 by

This grey paper scrap
Caught in the mangrove branches
Bears no human words.
Perhaps the wind brought it here;
The tides will take it away.

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ღSåmmêღ said

Greetings
Elven Translation

A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting
Elen sila lumenn omentilmo

Good (day/morning/afternoon/evening)
‘Quel (re/amrun/andune/undome)

Greetings (everyone)
Vedui’ (il’er)

Hail
Aaye

It has been too long
Nae saian luume’

My heart sings to see thee
Cormamin lindua ele lle

Pleasure meeting you
Saesa omentien lle

Well met
Mae govannen

Greetings
Elven Translation

A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting
Elen sila lumenn omentilmo

Good (day/morning/afternoon/evening)
‘Quel (re/amrun/andune/undome)

Greetings (everyone)
Vedui’ (il’er)

Hail
Aaye

It has been too long
Nae saian luume’

My heart sings to see thee
Cormamin lindua ele lle

Pleasure meeting you
Saesa omentien lle

Well met
Mae govannen

Greetings
Elven Translation

A star shall shine on the hour of our meeting
Elen sila lumenn omentilmo

Good (day/morning/afternoon/evening)
‘Quel (re/amrun/andune/undome)

Greetings (everyone)
Vedui’ (il’er)

Hail
Aaye

It has been too long
Nae saian luume’

My heart sings to see thee
Cormamin lindua ele lle

Pleasure meeting you
Saesa omentien lle

Well met
Mae govannen

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