Snapshots
Of the gas-station on the highway
All the distance
And hitchhiking all the way
Anything that I say
Are just images of the yesterday
Images of the yesterday
Walking on
Counting days by the milestones
Keeping low
Waiting for their overtones
Anything that I say
Are just images of the yesterday
Images of the yesterday
The key and lock
Opening doors to nowhere and
The white whiskers
Of dragons of an unknown land
Anything that I say
Are just images of the yesterday
Images of the yesterday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mr Benny, you have talent and things to tell the world.Why just a poem alone? Be posting...