Whistles the train
Boring a hole
Into the midriff of the still air.
Bon voyages
Raised hands
Waving handkerchiefs
Pledges
Promises
Prayers for a safe return
Suns
Of kisses
Freezing on lips.
Unbetoken'd
Eyes moisten
With dew drops.
Whistels the train
Boring a hole
Into the midriff of the still air.
emotion..the scene..everything in a few lines...all of us pierce the air in our own strength
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how the first stanza marries up with the fourth stanza. It has a fantastic flow and the second stanza has great alliteration and movement. 10 love Karin