Adizza is the bird that sings in my turbulent nights
That sat on an olive tree above my window
With a voice soft and whispering bite
And call me out from my terrifying shadows
From sad and horrible dreams
She sings when sleep is destitute of rest
When my soul rigmarole all over my night realm
Then the comforting tone Adizza to my rescue fast
And lite up my frowning face with a smile
Her song has a language in the sound
Full of hope all the way from the mountains miles
And once i heard its music brand
I quickly bid farewell to my dreamland host
To make up for the first few line i miss
Gently losing my soul into the melody i had lost
O she sings all of nature and hiss
Against every aching and itching of the mind
Of hope and happiness love and peace
In her voice I found life so kind
When she is done I was restored at ease
Adizza more than voice i wish to touch
Wish to bear her tenderly in my empty hands
Lie her preciously where i had treasured much
While her precious voice joined the travelling whirlwind hence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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