I drained my blood
To make fly so high
My chicks in the sky.
They did, now out of sight.
Wingless, now I die.
Who dies without curses?
Who die without regrets?
03.04.2006
Only the ground as it lies parched waiting for the rain from peaks to high..iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Who dies without curses? Who die without regrets? ' Nice poem with nice ending.