As I walk down the stair
In the morning to take a walk
In the garden
I can hear the tune of a
Bird coming from thick bush as
It waits for the sun
I can't understand what
It is singing but the tone seems
To be of a lover
I can watch another bird
Opening its plumes to dance on
The thick bower
They are a sweet pair and
Wait for each other to be called
With a sweet song
They would meet in the
Glow of the cool dawn to make
Their love strong
Yeah...a perfect post-modern poem. So sweet! Birds, love...language...excellent and really poetic. Perfect!
I am very glad for your positive response Sir. It is appreciated. My regards.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely! My heart has ears! ...Dorothy Alves Holmes
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