Mah!
E la morte bussò
alla sua porta.
Lo guardò negli occhi
e disse:
"Ma...tu sei giá morto."
And death knocked
on his door.
Looked him in the eye
and said:
"But...you are already dead."
©misspoetmiki
Occasional rhyme...
(his point of view) Occasional rhyme... stepped into her garden crashed into a wall didn't look at all how did that happen? took me by surprise the separation line drank a bit of wine was it the time i never scrubbed her back or when i never took her out? never was good at romancing but now i'm writing her a letter as i'm a bit under the weather "hope you'll give me another chance so open up that door and let me in at once!" ©misspoetmiki words only
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