It was a dark night
i could see the moon
far, far, far away.
Like a truck loaded with wood
coming from the west
i walk down salvation road.
I heard church bell somewhere......
i stop to think...
surely it will be midnight
Step by step
i started walking towards
my aim.
From a distance,
i could hear music.
i really don't mind
and i don't think i care.
To hell to whatever
as long as i get to my
bottle of bear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wao......... nice flow... quit cool..... you are welcome, looking forward to read more of your poems