crossing down this empty station
where guys embarked in kissing,
now noone's around to take the blame
and we are struggling down to the proverb
they said it could be peaceful down here
so you can lend me a pocket of diamonds,
in case I need them
in case I jump on the train,
bored of sipping on your cement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your unique ability to draw the reader in, seeing with eyes wide open, the images you present.....extreme talent! I will venture further down the line of your racetrack poetry. Well done. PEACE