My image inside the mirror
Smiles at me
Plastic flowers by the table
Blossom with little longer patals
The window still closed
But the poem papers precipitate
And, Pair the fishes of tank
Dives with a sound 'thluk'
Creeper palnt looses the hold
And shakes his tail gently
A melody not palyed yet
Leaks from the lonly flute
It's now the curtain moves
The moon's eyes heap on me

Yeah,
You have come on my mind!