Where art thou
My love
My darling.
Art thou sleeping on a cloud.
Dreaming on the moon.
Art thou,
a singing sparrow.
a soaring eagle.
Art thou,
the rainbow in a garden mist
the virgin buds of spring
Or art thou tossing and turning
in thy grave
Because I have salted the earth above
with my tears.
Killing every blade of grass.
That was once wondrous and blooming.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem