You will never change;
investing passion in the night,
a blinding blue,
immaculate and fabled light.
Do not despair
or wonder where
the others of your race have fled.
They left you here
to gin and beer
and won't return till you are bled
of brewing passion like champagne,
of storming through
without a clue,
but finding answers fall like rain.
but now you sigh
is all you hear.
as drunkards cheer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem