you are on your own now
and you prepare your feet
to cross a threshold
this is one side of the river
its name is loneliness and
on to the other side
you expect something else
perhaps the banks of joy
or some glistening ripples of fun
you are wrong
it is the same loneliness
out there
you only cross a certain
threshold
of indifference.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem