Crying along with the whistle of the long train
coming down the track, telling my story in it's
lonely and forsaken whistle.
Watching as memories come and go, falling within
my heart, tearing it apart with the sorrow being
felt.
Searching for hopes and promises of yesterday,
they've disappeared along with the train and it's
lonely whistle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem