Not much left now,
Who, where, what, why and how.
I still seek the mouth that shalt speak,
Of a mouth that is happy, and shalt burst, bubble and squeak.
I still seek the eyes that shalt look upon,
The flame of whose will fly on for a flight of dawn.
I still seek the ears that shalt hear,
Of words and news all darling and dear.
But I stand right at this place,
Longing for that face.
Not much left now,
Who, where, why, what and how.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem