it makes me guilty sometimes
that i prefer
to be alone
early in the morning
but the happiness of simply being myself
embraced
in the silence of my own arms
transmutes this
stone into
a sunflower
i guess you have felt the
magic
that solitude brings
when lovers finally part ways
after
that ecstatic fusion of light
and motion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem