the poetess
writes happiness on
the sand
beside the furious
waves
she is a failure says
the boat
'come, ride with me'
the boat invites
the sun is up and
she has no umbrella
she begins to write
happiness
on the water
nothing happens
of course
and then it is night
time
quite long for
sadness
then she writes
words for the moon
in the air and then
the moon smiles
the
moon understands what
happiness is
perfectly....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem