To The Black Hooded Oriole

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Oh, sweetheart!

Thousands of words in your praise, strive.

Compete with each other

Who to be revealed first?

Struggle! Struggle!

Oh, sweetheart!

You are such a gem!

Such a gem that thousands of words

Compete with each other to come out first!

Come out in your hymn

But alas!

None can make the way out.

struggle! struggle!

They get tired once and disappear..

Their fight leaves me speechless.

How much I want to tell you!

Not a single word reach the mouth.

I am speechless!

Dumbstruck fool..

Oh, sweetheart!

Thousands of words in your love compete

Compete with each other

Who to be uttered first?

Struggle! Struggle!

My chest allows not open my mouth.

I think every day, how much to say to you!

How many thoughts, how many dreams to share!

Oh, sweetheart!

Thousands of words in your praise, struggle.

Quarrel with each other

Who to be expressed first?

Struggle! Struggle!

I sit with the bouquet of words,

How many tremors in this chest,

how many cries

disappear..

I say, Oh, unruly words, you stop! let me speak!

They giggle..

What will you say?

What rights do you hold?

Be silent, be silent,

Hush, do not speak.

You are none to speak

Why cry in the wilderness?

Oh, sweetheart!

Thousands of words in your love, battle.

Battle against each other

Who to be pronounced first?

Struggle! Struggle!

But oh, in vein.

I say, you win and you only win.

I'll hold back and speak no more...

Will only look beyond that black curtain

To anticipate for eternity ..

And wait for a lovely oriole

To whisper into my ears..

Those long awaited

Songs of Spring.

03.09.2023

2023

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