Littered lanes
like clogged up viens,
where one ends,
another begins.
Concerete streams,
with houses upon there banks.
cracked and chewing gum bombed.
Discarded ciggarette's
sucked of all lengh and life,
disperse there foriegn leaves,
in petrol multicouloured puddles.
of painters pallets.
Ripples in puddles are born,
and live.
More are then born
as the first die,
the second follow course.
Born, living, dying,
a repeating pattern,
mirrored in every life.
Note taking nature in the early,
morning light
As the Sun rises over the horizons,
Broad back.
and bid's a parting wave,
to the tired night.
These eyes like sponges absorb,
As these hands filter out the sights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A harsh look at reality but a very good write indeed.