Just a fleeting thought
Fighting on with nothing
To be as words
To be something
And I wonder how it would be
If words were to come for free
As the sun rises at the stroke of dusk
For the kid who is dazzled by the lights
Of the city
Which refuses just to sleep
And keeps me moving in it’s wake
And, I wonder how it would be
If seeing was believing in the
Black and White dreams that I see
Just a fleeting thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem