complacency
sleeps at the yard,
the thief comes
like an accident,
the object of
pleasure is
taken away,
at the breakfast
table is
the blank stare
in this house
every caution
is given up,
the accident can
come invited,
what happens is
what happens.
fate declares
it is destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem