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 😀

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