I fall into one o'clock
of the afternoon
Writing my fourth
Poem of the day
Knowing, I still have laundry
To finish
Lol poets and artists have their imaginations to wash and rinse before trivialities. A lovely thought, four poems are worth 4 pounds of laundry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic......thanks for sharing....