Words have built a house of love
in heart, without brick cementing
the gaps full of air of hatred.
Last night, a nightingale
offered a strain of melody.
I heard the song.
Those words you may keep
on my grave, if you
love me wholeheartedly.
Emotional and also a desire to correct in otherwise nice poem thanks :)
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I would like to translate this poem
last night a nightingale offered a strain of melody nice poem