It is cold out there.
so what?
open it,
wide.
let it all come in.
let the frostbite reach
you
make it thaw.
you are not weak.
it will thaw
in here
let it summer,
with no air conditioner on.
summer with no air conditioner on so long that you’re forced to open it,
wider,
just to stay here.
it is cold out there.
so what?
you are home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem