It's a smiling day, green light all over the air,
it's a hungry day; a need with memory.
It's a request only for a vaporized kid,
Which has lasted many years;
it's a day everything is still,
or starts moving. Nothing is
telling the reason now.
This has prolonged
on the road along the riverside of the fake city.
Day lasts as a night thought.
The only small boat is real here, and wave shines.
Will all the real be real? It's
a smiling appearance today.
October 24,2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Each day brings new possibilities yet poeple will be people and the more things change sometimes the more they remain the same. Well done my friend!