She waves goodbye
Her movement is slow
A sign of her sadness
She is swallowed in
the steam, only her
memory remains.
The train drifts into
the distance, lingering
as if to prolong the pain.
Darkness decends
The movie ends
We stand in unsion
then shuffle out into
the outside world
It is raining, there are
police sirens screaming
in the distance,
we drift away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this poem has to be further developed to achieve its intended effect.