Once a busy rail-road;
Lies abandoned now;
Wild flow’rs form the landscape;
Trains don’t run anymore.
Black rain-bearing clouds are rife;
Thunder storms strike oft;
Sun-light peeps through pitch-black sky;
People all have died!
COPYRIGHT BY DR JOHN CELES 24-09-2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem