Seven Steps wandering
Pushing loneliness into the other direction
She stands…feather in hand
“Where are you from? ..you don’t look like you are from there
No…I never have been”
Silver feelings pulled from the gutter
Utter echoes beaten from the streets
Impatient answers drawing in vastness
I guess…..I’m gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem