She cries in the
middle of the night.
Of her abuses
of her life,
a dream comes in
of a better day.
Day into night,
night into day.
As she sways to the music
of her ever being.
Now dressed in black,
a dance in Spain.
Everything remains.
Trains, tracks, all right
smack detours to this nightmare.
One Pt.3 later
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem