Passport, ticket, luggage
Cairo, Paris, Moscow
travel, travel, travel
by jets, ships and trains
humans are in search of something
one place to another.
A group of souls squat on a barren hillside
chewing straw.
One with a wry smile, watching a man leave, mumbles:
“He who is closest to me
has never paid a visit.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem