once, i am back home.
i go in recluse.
i want my catching up with self.
i disappear in my own world.
usually, a bowl of cereal would do,
some tea.
catching up with sleep.
next day planning but most importantly to retire with my
characters in fictions.
dreamy eyed,
till real dreams get me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem