I pick Tuesday
Unpicked days flees on the wall
The clock aback in the mirror to the past
The Childhood, traveled to the future in the closet
Some one's call awake the dishes:
'Dinner is ready! '
mirror to the past. I like it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
some one's call awake up the dishes u have a unique magical way to tell the sense of the mind well done