I danced,
Made happy chatter
And
Like a bird on wing
Nestling her young
I sang a lighthearted melody
Thinking I was happy
Now I am as silent as the dark of night
My feet are molded in clay
I close my windows to the chirping
Of foolish birds
Cold reality
Stole my heart's song!
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I would like to translate this poem
Mrs. Holmes, On the last line of this poem did you mean Stole my Heart's song.