Remembering the gate
and the speckled bird
who sang there
day after day
for many months
when I was five.
08/04/06
and the speckled bird who sang there day after day dreaming bird now make a lovable song
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh Barbara, what would the heart be without its memories--Lovely poem, I like it a lot---Melvina