Listening to that lonesome whistle as the train comes
passing by.
Wintering thoughts come into mind, filling intellect
with their cold and lonely ideas.
Feelings of abandonment building within, totally
scattering emotions as they come into sight, letting
them all fill me with their verve and energy.
A total being filled with the rhythm of eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a wonderful poem with a very poetic caption. 'lonesome whistle'? - A great expression. 'cold and lonely ideas' - subtle thoughts... 'A total being filled with the rhythm of eternity.' - A total beauty!