As one we sang together like the morning chorus.
Each our day a busy, to’in and fro’in.
One job finished another we be late for
But, as one we sang together like the morning chorus.
Busier and busier we all became
Our worlds together but different paths we trod.
But, as one we sang together like the morning chorus.
One day our paths moved further away
One at a time but gradually a far
But, as one we sang together like the morning chorus.
Until our paths disappeared away
Our voices faint, our memories fading
But, as one we sang together like the morning chorus.
Isolated I walk, no paths do I see
The silence is deafening, the loneliness is true
Today, no songs I hear at the morning chorus
But one day, we will again sing together like the morning chorus.
Lovely piece of poetry bristling with insight. Love is a spiritual experience that's whimsical and temperamental, coming unannounced and may leave without warning. It needs careful nurturing and togetherness to nourish and maintain its bliss. Powerfully written with conviction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.10/10
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I would like to translate this poem
Great piece of poetry my friend.