One Song
One song does not give me rest....
Everywhere I sing, inside my heart:
One star does not give me rest.
All night sits on the window best...
One birdie does not give me rest,
Speaks all at night, gossips on you...
One a rose are sad about an oriole
For scratch to fingers to gardener-all...
One song does not give me rest....
Everywhere with me, I sing in heart...
Tsira, from your lovely poetry you share with us you have more than one song you sing from the heart. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. Hugs David
Melodious, young lassie....Lyrically creative....Your technique & style continues to impress, Ms. T! F j R
there is a lot of music in this poem..the birdie..the rose all lament along
Sing on my dear friend - - your poetry is music to each reader - - 10 + + + Fay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely song to have in your heart,10/10 Tsira, loved it, Tom