In his room there’s an unfindable TV remote,
that always moves from where he put it .
In his room there’s lots of unsolvable Rubik’s cubes
some remains, broken parts.
In his room he puts the smell of fresh air
and a warm breeze.
In his room he has the night
but the morning comes with him.
In his room he has the wish,
of bringing dinosaurs back to life.
By Fraser R
Hi Fraser Good poem I bet some time in a few thousand years they will be able to bring dinosaurs back 😀