I hear whispers in the wind
speaking gently to my soul.
Speaking of love
treasures of gold.
But it's like finding the pot
at the end of the bow.
True lasting love
is not easy to find.
I'm still looking for
that true love of mine.
But I fear
it's just...
whispers in the wind.
(1999)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem