Hours whatever be
Exactly from one direction
She rush into me on my psychic rail
Like a nimble night express
Lighting a long way ahead.
My heart shivers
Smoke fills the life
Eyes shut down
Signalling 'Stop' all sides
Till the tail lamp disappear
At the last line of my
Distant horizon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem