Spy story
"Tell me a story; tell me a story before I go to bed."
He is awake at night closes his eyes and spies on
his youth, not the way it was but the way it should
have been a talented man with many friends, as it
as he has none except 400 on the facebook.
He goes deeper into this fantasy figure only to find
himself in a dark alleyway without an exit were two
shadows merge, and he sinks into a restless sleep
where he wins the lotto number.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He goes deeper into this fantasy figure only to find himself in a dark alleyway without an exit were two shadows merge...restless sleep, lotto number........ a fine poem and fine imagination. thank u. tony