(for Annelize, after Dorothy Parker)
When you my love, are so far from me away
at my window sing the flock of many birds
but they do not bring a change to the day
and my woes are written in my small words
while longing does rip my feelings apart
and in this sunny summer time of the year
there is great pain in the depths of my heart
where my pen is dipped in every sad tear
and in their singing the birds do almost their joy shout
while in my heart and life in my own sorrows I do drown,
where from me the greater world is completely locked out
while I dot my small words and their meanings down
and I cannot write down the great loveliness
while you are away and apart from all of this.
[Reference:"Little words" by Dorothy Parker.]
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