When the breeze carries with it the waft of your feel
And the sky changes color from blue to real
When understanding lies before it is due
I know that you are by to make my life true
For, you lift me, with my spirit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Arya, Keep on lifting others' spirits too.....! Good write. Cheers. Subroto