the night is
cold
and so are the
walls
if you keep
on being that
you soon
will freeze
like a Popsicle
try being
the wine glass
enjoy
the clicking
to such
a good health
taste their
lips
do not mind
being
drunk
keep this matter
clear
enjoy the night
do not be stuck
on the walls of your
past
keep the caution
somehow
on this fragility
and clarity
do not break yourself
and fall as shatters
of glass
on the floor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem