Who gave wings to my imagination
Who instilledlife breath into my song
Who made my poetry walk in the garden of hearts
It is you beautiful you
Now where are you dear where are you?
You left me high and dry in the vast desert sand of life
To walk without wings of song andbreath of poetry!
I walk butwith tears only tears!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem