Two days I haven't heard,
From my naughty, singing bird,
Inspiration is a lacking,
And my nerves they are a cracking.
Now my heart begins to tire,
Having only one desire,
Stay as close as close can be,
To my singing fantasy,
Inspiration, don't expire,
Keep me warm under your fire,
You mean everything to me!
Lovely little poem Sandra - I hope your little bird soon returns to make you happy again.
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I would like to translate this poem
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