I walk and walk,
But I can't find my place.
Nowhere is homelike
Although is nice around.
In the course of time I resign
Oneself to one's fate:
Here isn't my place!
Even if it's sad, I don't cry.
The sun smiles to me from the sky.
It remind me about my friend,
Who, I hope, will give me a hand...
He gives me a hand and tell me
, , Don't worry, if you can't find your place here.
It's there - high in the sky by the sun.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This takes the reader and places them on higher ground, full of hope.A Great write.Love Duncan