What I had I thought I knew.
But found out I was wrong.
For it slipped away one cloudy day
and took with it my song.
Where it went is a mystery
and solving it's a curse.
For it hides behind a shadow
like a hidden verse.
Shall it return one fine day
and let me begin anew?
Or must I be without my song
and live without you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem