Alone and walking slowly
The cool touch of the evening breeze
quiet laughter rustles through the trees
half-closed eyes of the city sees
Alone and walking slowly.
The night is comfortable with the noise it brings
telephone calling out with helpless rings
city sounds of silence sings
Alone and walking slowly.
Neon dances to the jungle beat
metallic glass sweats from the faceless heat
lonely candles melt in cold defeat
Alone and walking slowly.
Above it all the moon is crying
mourning what no one knows is dying
eyes are seeing but hearts are lying
Alone and walking slowly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this pome not positive and could be if you could take the log out of your eye and see more positive instead of negative.