An upper floor apartment, a square
where I am safe, not to be robbed
from anything, with internet
and a sofa bed
it is the way of life
of my friends-of:
come, don't do anything stupid
then you will be fine again
the storm will rage out
while you are in our square
Maybe I'll find a way
for myself, an area outside
where I find satisfaction
and yes, what you say
a calm inside
A wonderfully poem of a feeling that every one has had at some time in their lives...
This poem shows the smallest part of your big generosity for mankind, your big generous heart. It starts with a spare room. Sublimest told, dear ZZ. Thank you for letting us peep in your warm inside, though for a minute. A full 10 and much much more. God's Blessings be upon you and your beloved family, Zywa.
Dear Sylvia, I am glad with your understanding. Each house should have a spare bedroom.
You are welcome, Bernard. I wish everyone will have a house with a spare bedroom. Because once or twice in life there will be a friend in need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The feeling of loneliness expressed so poignantly, but with sharp positivity