love can be elusive
loneliness hides in the crowd
the city throbs like a beating heart
as lost souls watch
two lovers rest on a park bench
a songbird sings it's tune
but for the loveless ones
there is no movement or sound
the silent stillness of the city
is like a waiting tomb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The last two verses a precious crown to the whole poem.