away from you
i am inside this big
city
trying to please myself
with its lights
and busy streets
some exotic restaurants
and night
spots
i fell like i am
a car
with a leaking
gasoline tank
i have seen the
path that
i have walked
and there is a line
of the leaking gas
i am afraid that
another crazy guy
with a matchstick
shall put it to flames
inside my heart
another war of fire
another
conflagration shall
happen
and i have no other
place to run
for shelter
who can help me
this time?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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