A bicycle lying at the foot of a calm tree in the noisy ciy of cars, coporations, labels, old people's foot-sounds, younger generation's velocity of mental pictures
A poet sitting in a artificial silenced room of a cafe shop
Through a transparent glass together with cosmopolitan culture sitting along with crossing-border intellectuals from Paris
A bicyle still give no sound but I can hear the speedy destinations of its riders with fire and ice and storms into the abyss of meanings
reflecting the long journey of freedom and happiness
like a train with steel rails
Yangon is a bicycle
A bicycle is a hope and bridge for deep and decent humanity
An educational bridge for new generations of Myanmar.
poet Nyein Way
Myanmar Conceptual Poets Station

Nyein Way

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