i'm pushing my feet
between mattress
it's becoming habit
yes it keeps it warm
there's a tear on skirt
neatly hidden sometime
those shield my shopping
activities and my secrets
what have you been hiding
is blocking another; layers
oh! i refuse to look today
that would be next year
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well-expressed poem! ! ! ! Happy New Year! !