Racing through lights as they try to capture and lure this
mind onto other avenues, but intellect will not allow it to
happen.
Jouncing up and down, careening down the tracks in patterns
and designs that set fires of passion and desires within
this poetical being.
Holding on as this locomotive continues down the tracks,
whistle blowing around the bends and heading full speed
through mountains, canyons and other landscapes of beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Clash of minds...poetic, good piece!