crystal <br />you white down <br /> <br />infinite land <br />of spirit <br /> <br />vastness of our dreams <br />escapes <br /> <br />leaves <br />the train of oblivion <br /> <br />leaves… <br /> <br />rattle of wheels <br />could be still heard with soul <br />at times <br /> <br />and while staring into space <br />one could see <br /> <br />the way <br /> <br />only rails <br />bringing <br />rattle <br /> <br />on great <br />distance <br /> <br />only them <br />staring into space <br /> <br />shall see <br /> <br />across the fields <br />meadows <br /> <br />far away… <br /> <br />(transl. by Annaya Chomczyk)<br /><br />Dorota Szumilas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/journey-on-track/
