I am an orphan
Of the wind and the sun
Come summer or spring
My doors are open
For you to come and sing.
And between the desires
Of love
And the dreams to be
You will find
A close friend in me.
Though an orphan
And poor by birth
My world is open
And is rich with treasures
From near and far.
So be it summer or spring
The dead of winter
Or the cool of an autumn wind.
My doors are open
For you to come and sing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Though an orphan And poor by birth My world is open And is rich with treasures From near and far............so touching and impressive. A beautiful poem nicely executed.10