Once on a cool icy day.
The ground started to shrink.
I was falling from the ground and this made me think.
It wasn't the ground shrinking.
But instead i started to fly.
It was the ice that did this.
It made me fly high.
I started to fall and gave a startled cry.
Those were my last sounds as i hit the ground.
In a dark alley is were i was found.
So never go out on a cool icy day it ruined my life.
Hear what i say?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem