On comes the road, 
the roar louder then thunder, 
I am the pavement that forced you to bleed, 
I am the thickness, 
the smog within the plunder, 
I am the negative part of your defeat, 
here comes the pavement, 
scratching up your face and, 
i am the silent cactus just waiting, 
grace me with your presence once more and you will see, 
I can teach you, 
but you'll never teach me.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
A perfect formula of philosophy, simile & metaphor...and structurally sound to boot! Very Nicely Done. ~ FjR ~ ..2008..