The train arrives late.
It is full of animals.
A late moonday. Not much Sun.
We stand as actors.
There are big voices above us.
Faces fall at our feet.
Many skies crash together.
It is a terrible affliction
to be scared of something you love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really liked this one. Nice enought imagery and catchy import!