The crowd of solitude

"In the crowd of solitude,

The collision with the past

Brings joy,

And she arrives.

She writes her name

On all the emptiness within me,

Snuggling close, she coaxes me

To write the poem of freedom

For a fleeting moment.

As always, I say yes to her words.

In the absence of societal norms,

I possess her.

Yes, she becomes mine,

And I belong to her in that invisible place

On the map of the world.

Happiness breathes in with contentment

For a fleeting moment in the home of impermanence."