January

Happiness is sleeping under the covers,
it quickly escapes from the
lifting the edge.
Hello, goodbye, goodbye it is said.
I am a blue velvety twilight child,
tomorrow, the old, gray-haired
One blink of an eye, and that's it
was excruciating life.
January it will be spent on nails
winter in the coffin nails.
Maarit murky elephant in the room,
I will read what he writes.