Thursday, April 30, 2020

Poem for May - Long Walk

I have a long walk
down the street
till end of the room
I reach the window
end of my walk
the trees are dancing
a windy day, isn't it?
for a long walk
in a small room
for a smaller me
no beast here
only small creatures
last longer down the road
when you reach the end of the room
remember to start again
to beat the record
of your own walk