It is refreshing to realize,
After Sunset has gone.
And before the light of dawn,
Arrives to appear.
That a nonsense to have tolerated,
Is neither a requirement.
Nor a necessity for one's happiness,
To be achieved.
This...
Comes as an unexpected gift,
One has had to not be aware...
Of its significance or the benefits.
Until that last nerve is plucked.
And one knows,
Cussing to give it up...
Although missed.
Can easily be disconnected from fools
To ever use again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem