A song comes to mind
An old, beautiful song that is
Makes me reflective of the past
Makes me sing a little bit of the piece
Am not a singer for that matter
Nor have a golden voice
Yet my heart feels the same
To sing 'till my heart is out
To burst my emotions
A passion I suppose
A gift to cheerish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fascinating verses...deep thoughts..great write..thumbs-up 10 Ency Bearis