with everyone
in the midst of this
crowd
you draw the
invisible line that
keeps
the privacy of
your
precious moment
a certain distance
is created
beyond this inch of
realities
where you are
by then
the only spectator
the crowd dances
with the rain
their muddy feet
creating the music
of the
dirt....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem