sometimes a chair follows you
to make you sit
a door opens by itself even without a key
it is meant to welcome you
sometimes coffee pours on your cup
it does it without your asking
for sometimes all these are meant to be yours
and they all come by without telling
believe it or not, the stars shine for you
the stairs build themselves
a house appears, a path runs, a blanket rolls
a window opens, love spreads
simply because you never ceased to believe.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem