1980s I was in an old cemetery walking around thinking about all those people under my foot who were they? what Life they had? and so on than in a flash I was in a trance daze, I heard horses clopping still in my daze I saw two shiny black horses pulling a shiny wagon all black I stood there enjoy every minute because I knew what was taking place I was looking into the window of time that comes once in you life maybe more if the condition is right. true story!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem