The blue bird sings a song
a sad song.
But only when the moon shines.
The tune haunts your thoughts
It feels like you are going to die.
You may not hear this blue bird cry.
He is always crying in the rain.
The drops hit his face like bullets from a gun.
He tries to sing above the pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well conceived and nicely brought for with clarity of thought. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Hadebe.
Thank you much. Your comment means a lot.