come and come again.
and when you do.
i will be as last you saw me.
standing there.
ready too enter.
but left only to wait.
as you hurry.
open the door i say.
through the window hurry.
and you raise the bar.
hearing doors open and then slowly.
on the moss i wipe my feet.
i walk the hall.
and it is warm and cozy.
and coming in.
you come out in rush to greet me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem