John Keats is an
English poet, the owner of variety of poems for example Ode to a
Nightingale, The Human Seasons, etc. During my University study, I had
been very much influenced by him especially when I started to write some
poems.
Tonight….
A Nightingale’s crying.
I dream of him, my romantic man.
Hearing its glistering voice, but sad….
Somewhere in a far away land
He’s not alive, is he?
So why he looks so real!
Standing in front of me,
Smiling but sad and looks so pure
Oh, you, my poet….
“John Keats” is your name.
You come to my world,
To meet me again
…………………………………………………….
Thank you, Nightingale, my bird,
For bringing to me your gentle voice
Thank you, Nightingale, my bird,
For bringing to me his gentle love.
Tonight….
A Nightingale’s crying.
I dream of him, my romantic man.
Hearing its glistering voice, but sad….
Somewhere in a far away land
He’s not alive, is he?
So why he looks so real!
Standing in front of me,
Smiling but sad and looks so pure
Oh, you, my poet….
“John Keats” is your name.
You come to my world,
To meet me again
…………………………………………………….
Thank you, Nightingale, my bird,
For bringing to me your gentle voice
Thank you, Nightingale, my bird,
For bringing to me his gentle love.
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