a room of my own, as do you....
I visit yours...you visit mine...
I cross the hallway
and enter yours, barefoot...
you take the time to put on your slippers
before your visits....
a gentle tapping precedes your entry.....or was that the wind I heard...?
no matter... the windows are open, the doors unlocked....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem