you fill a
glass with
drinking water
and then
you drink it
just that.
simplest form of
what satisfaction is.
you ask nothing.
you need no bread
or chicken.
pizza is not a need
beer nothing.
the purest heaven
now, this glass of
drinking water.
at 3: 53 p.m. when
everyone is finally
leaving.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem