always give a space
for doubt,
spare some people
through a hole
where light still gets in
and illuminate
who knows?
it is someone else
and not you.
you are lovable as
a flower of the early morn
in full bloom
and laden with dew
by the window
no one, not even their doubts
can take it away from you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem