happiness comes
she knocks at the door
and sits on the sofa
sips tea
takes little bites
of black forest cake
opens up a short
conversation about
us
solitude wants more of her
and attempts to please her some more
with a poem
when it was about to be read
she butts in saying
she is not staying long
she still has to meet a lot of other people
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem