I was hiding something
some underneath my pillow
some in my closet that I'll never open
and some at places that I never know
These were the thoughts that never leave me alone.
They originated from a gypsy heart
some asked 'what is that? '
Its not American, African, Indian or Italian
its my gypsy heart without a companion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem