The Morning Comes with Me.

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

One Reply to “The Morning Comes with Me.”

  1. Hi Fraser Good poem I bet some time in a few thousand years they will be able to bring dinosaurs back 😀

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Report a Glow concern
Cookie policy  Privacy policy

Glow Blogs uses cookies to enhance your experience on our service. By using this service or closing this message you consent to our use of those cookies. Please read our Cookie Policy.