'the light pole'
being lit at
night,
standing in
the snow of
winter.
broken bottles,
bloodstapper and
paint stains on the
poles neck.
suddenly a kind
you man
picks up the glass
and
wipes off teh blood
and
pain stains.
shows his love and
respect to this lamp
out side his
home.
he sits with it every night giving it
company.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem