stone heart
of the city
stars and
street lamps
warring
for night
eyes like
wildcats
screaming
street calls
drunken men
ghosts
like homeless
men
poets
painting
their souls
on crumbling
walls
mumbled nightmares
rising
from the neon
shadows
ache
of asphalt
and stone
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I would like to translate this poem
Stone heart, be the wall, make a channel along the city...and the life living in the busy, hurry with clumsy from morning to late evening..and night gone wild in the stone heart...panorama appear in many lights, many dark in the space, of stone heart... i like the poem..it so digest-able for reader have a special display in their mind... keep writing more_Unwritten Soul