What is the wind, without the sun
What is the rain, when there is no thirst to quench
What is the soil, with no life to nurture
What is a song, when no sound can be heard
What is time, when the hands are gone
What is a mountain, without a stone
What is nourishment, when you’re neither hungry nor full
What is a tree, without its green leaves
What am I, without you near
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I would like to translate this poem
empty... you did not even end with the word, unyet the reader speaks it out loud. Very perfect & profound. I had the same experience yesterday & wrote 'Something Missing' (thank you very much for your kind comment on my last one) . T