Footsteps

Footsteps! which swallowed up many cities while roaming, Swallowed by cities. It's the end of the no end!When the earth little shaken and cried, When the directions! prevent footsteps from the country's sun. When a flock of gulls! passing, holds in the wings: The smell of the country ,the jasmine blossom, The look of beautiful bird, the old mountain, the sleeper river, The legend city, the visible ,the invisible. The most lighted, the most craziest and the most burnout. I kneel to touch the moment of joy that never stop. When a flock of gulls! passed,held in wings my four windows,the sun,the paper, the ink,the Word and ( the hurricane love ) that trembles when I tremble, and refuses to die. I kneel to touch the moment of joy that never stop. Footsteps! that accustomed many cities while roaming , Never accustomed their own. And never returned.