LAYING in the park with you by my side
Smiles are shared rolling down by the waterside
Can’t seem to shake this old feeling
Can’t see it lost among the faces
Traces of doubt are not what they appear to be
Each man each spirt is unique under a unified universe
That of the Lord
Every being
The politician walking beneath broad branches
The beggar beneath me
Above me in so me high lonesome manner
Beneath a pillow of papers
Crushed by the pavement
Crushed by looks and glances and gestures like these
I fell to my knees and died
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem