From here silent though;
base on the soft baritone
answering bird soprano
yet; my door stayed closed,
and this noon; sparrows remain voiceless,
and this nature don't know;
what shape they should be
Thou; i know my worth is more than these
yet; silent kiss me on temple
and fear stab my heart;
at the risk of joy i left
Yet; late i remember am a year plus,
and i got a time to celebrate.
When thought came to me in santa hat,
and holy cast their spells.
Through thesame line;
joy and hope make my candle fired.
Yet; Dadaa health make my heart throb.
I love the last line of the poem.Through thesame line joy and hope make my caddle fired.
From here my heart leap and thank with gratitude
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
fantastic.....