The evening.
Dark. But lights are on.
And quiet music on the side.
Monsteras there are fully grown.
Bean bag, side table, tea. So tired.
A bit of chocolate. With raisin.
A bit of sadness. You're offline.
Sometimes this life can be amazing..
or melancholic. Here.. sometime..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Veronika, such a marvelous poem👍👍👍