On one quite night i wrote a poem
And titled it "Moon And I"
Although it was the time when i was quarantined..
My grandpaa read that and praised my highs
While no sooner evryone forgot it with the coming times..

The next time i wrote poem was a time when i felt low,
All the bushes were my friend while the stars were in an anxious glow
That poem became the least favourite of my mother
But if anyone will aks about it now, she will probably do a fake flatter

After my some million breathes
i...