She craved it so dearly
Her cure
Her daily vice
Her instant vacation
One hit would more than suffice
A tickle to her heart
Where sadness leaves no trace
Takes her breath away
Tears streaming down her face
For its laughter that she sought
A tonic for her health
Rich in inner peace
No comparison to any wealth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem