we are togetherand no other one
none sees us here even the sun
your car moves us asyou want
to be fast you need but i dont
the tangle of traffic can not affect you
it is ordinary at your vew
some cars with eachother veu
yellow leaves on them freely lie
i think you rwill nearlyleaveme
and you will leave my poetry
we are together
only and foran hour
the poet does not own
all his pen power
the way of life is not verylong
but it cheats us byits wrong
there are something
that can not be stayed unsaid
where you are glad
there is your land bed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem