Bird
Oh beguiling creature, I will observe you quietly
without the desire to know your scientific name, or how many
there are of you. I will follow you in your flight, I will look
at the color of your feathers, or at the mournful bend of your beak,
and call you that. I will listen to your song, hidden
in the sound of the woods.
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I would like to translate this poem
Kamiel, such a wonderful write...10++++