Dia, am jst wndrng...does t bcm boring, or fades ts initial appealing
to say th same thng, each day frm morng
As if am ever singng, a commn song of ma own fl ngs
Alws am lke confessng, in ma lfe ur a blessng
Dia, i reali wana knw, does ma voice ever flow
Whn me whisper xo slow, as if caring nt to blow
Ua evry part tht glows, in between ua soul
As t echos lke ua own, en u sit back flown!
Dia, Ur th lamb tht shines, xo precious lke shrine
Wth u i alws fl fine, gets me hi gh lke th Roman-wine
Wtht u i hv no life, alws u gt me bak to th line
Huh! ur th best of ma vibe....
tel me
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice swag poem. Keep up