I heard a cry outside my window
Of a lovers anguished dispair
As with her beloved she quarelled
It was but a sound faint out there...
His voice could not be heard
As her sobs grew louder still
To his unheard - by - me - responses
Drew a retort twice as shrill
The voices in time disappeared
A on their way they went
And I, not caring much
Went to sleep again, content.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Are you sure you are not trespassing? You'd better don't touch the dail of a Romance Station. Ha ha ha... The poems is nice, no more, no less!