On comes the road,
the roar louder then thunder,
I am the pavement that forced you to bleed,
I am the thickness,
the smog within the plunder,
I am the negative part of your defeat,
here comes the pavement,
scratching up your face and,
i am the silent cactus just waiting,
grace me with your presence once more and you will see,
I can teach you,
but you'll never teach me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A perfect formula of philosophy, simile & metaphor...and structurally sound to boot! Very Nicely Done. ~ FjR ~ ..2008..