At teyms, I wndoer waht maeks
you spaeicl
The simle, the tusrt, or the way u crae
At tmies, I wnoedr waht maeks you
fun,
The bnod, the memioers of
the way you sahre.
A buaeitufl day and a
Sprlaikng oaccosin,
Tdaoy I wnoedr waht
Soulhd I gfit you?
You awalys hvae my
Sourppt, care an lvoe,
So I geahtr deep eomiotns
To geret you,
To wsih you,
A bisslulfl day.
Smoe tyems back yah was snet to erath,
Toady is a seapcil day,
Ejnoy it, it cemos oenc a day,
Cleeabrte it enlivened.
A sparklin' day to you.
It was fun reading it, human nature.... the words are printed in the head... Nice writing :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one who is not aquainted to poetry would find it hard to understand this. It is wonderful reading this