we who
used to walk in the rain
used to howl at the moon
we who
dreamed like clouds
and
swam in freezing lakes
we who
used to take trains
and less of cars and planes
we who
came before the skyscrapers
and magnetic trains
are never truly lost
like flowers
withered and dead
returned to the earth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who are we... The dust going back to dust. Harsh reality of life