Your voice so sweet
My ears cried
hard as it maybe
I stayed listening to such talk
With divided attention
I hear your angelic voice drowning my thoughts in boredom How quaint you are sir.
But quaintness makes my eyelids drop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Loved it. Particularly: 'How quaint you are sir. But quaintness makes my eyelids drop.'