Quietly she rests her head in my bosom <br />And hums her favorite song sleepily <br />While I struggle with the ridiculous life. <br />'Let my tiny cuckoo flies so high <br />And I watch your acrobats from our cheerful nest. <br />Today I cooked in a different style <br />And the dinner is ready on the table with a bottle of Red wine. <br />Please do not forget the way back my darling <br />And why so late <br />Have you been to a strange nest accidentally.' <br /> <br />*[ How sad a Woman lives her entire life in doubts? In her vocabulary she has two fundamental questions.Why so late and why too early? ']<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-strums-my-old-strings-of-the-heart-smoothly/
