Every vague shadow
Sauntering the city avenues
Has a mysterious soul
Cloaked in secretive
Or obscure facial expressions;
Most make their way
To personal destinations
Without touching
The hidden fates of others,
But these could be
Serial killers
Or the most intense lovers,
Wise madmen poet-prophets
Waiting to create
Magical redemption,
New parents to birth our dreams
Or grave diggers with spades and schemes
And cemetery intentions.
Life is dangerous and inviting and thrilling
If you’re willing to live it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Life is dangerous and inviting and thrilling If you’re willing to live it. ' How true, dont know if i am brave enough though sometimes i am hiding from it.. I love the way you are leading to life as if life itself was one giant exhibition... where are my tickets? ?