Atavism in a prism
Look back and see
What you were
Were you a bear
Were you a flea
Or maybe
A tall oak tree
It’s hard to know
It doesn’t show
Without the prism
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very Cute and Original But I don't want to know What I used to be, I don't really like Being a flea