It's very young in subtle Sutton
And the pangs of birth is fresh in the sky
Yet to spawn the first sunlight
That feeds hope to the hearts beneath
Fuzzy feet meet the frigid earth
As praying palms meet activity
Then hopeful hearts meet purposeful plans
As the day gets older and grey
She sets off from her lonely dainty cottage
On a cold winter day
Muffled up like a Copen sausage
From the shelves of a Danish shop
Three things heavy on her mind
A gift for nona to find
A cuppa at the local shop
A heart to share this cup
And maybe, re-write the plot
With her mien a bit unguarded
So, julio or johnnie could see
Her eyes meet a bedazzling bloke
And her heart racing with glee
She clutches hope so tightly
As if to lose it to despair
She orders a slice of wish
To nourish her emotional itch
Then, the sound of floaty footsteps
Quicken with each drawn breath
"May I join you, if alone
I'm Ezra from Zanzibar".
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem