Late at night we steal
these moments
like silent car thieves,
knowing how to move in
the dark and which
wires to connect…
so we connect ourselves with
this night….
and our wish that the
wind howling around the
corners of our minds will
keep out the wails of those
who will get hurt in the process
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good one...............