Can you tell me about a day, aday without rain. There is so many things to say, now I see the day is almost gone. As I know the night will turn to light.
Can you tell me where to go, I think? I lost my way.
Will the sky turn to blue? , still there is so many things to say.
Even now I may have a thought, but still there is no blue sky above me.
Can you tell me where I belong, still there is so many things to say.
Febuary 18th 2009
Max D. Hornbogen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem