To a street poet
You type it in layers and fabulously right,
Mixed shadows count your universal words
Flying thwough the silence of a smart walk
Here is the promised land of the poem;
Play with a new tromp that sounds bright
As the next reader brings two times himself
From poem lovers, to fill the day
Of New York city at night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem