Open the drawer.
He got habits out of there.
of times gone by
and the old plastic doll
She combed her hair all night.
He remembered
rusty words
Some ashes
who fell
next to the glass slipper
the ancient wind scattered them
on tender love
The mirror constantly showed...
Except for the fourth one unfortunately
I kept the tears moist in my chest
tomorrow's day
It was August.
And a huge moon
mourned in the Aegean
N.Sigma
photo Bru-nO, https://pixabay.com

















































