Daybreak dawning
On refuse strewn streets
Rubbish dancing
Wind tossed
Along sleepy alleys
Housing tortured souls
Dreaming always
Of castles
Unattainable
In this lifetime
Slaughtering precious ticks of time
Littering hell
With souls of beings
Never to be saved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very powerful message your homeynence. gave me lots to think about. GS