Still it happens
Year after year
My little bird
The same beautiful
Little green bird
Fly fast and direct
Into my inner nest
Without any hesitation
Or mistakes at all.
It strikes
Very hard
Into my heart
Which is weak
And full of love.
The sharp beaks
Give me pains
Agony to my soul.
I can't count
The losses,
But I can
Keep her
Deep innermost.
Deep innermost. The green bird the parrot Pierce with red beak that is too harsh But still I can keep her Deep innermost.... beautiful words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Soul! ! Into the inner nest of true love! Deep innermost! ! ! ! Inner world, Inner voice; Facing life with the truth. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.