Death came to me.
Death came to me,
A young boy and
His cat
Laughing and playing said:
Cheer up Mr.
That is not so bad as they say
There are fresh water and wine
Everyday you eat apple pie
From your mom
But now I can't stay to play with you
Because they are calling
You.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a poet
PoetryHo viaggiato per la mente d'un poeta, esplorando e condensando quelli che sono i pensieri più reconditi e profondi. Questi sono "i pensieri di un' poeta" I've travelled into the mind of a poet, exploring and realising those that are his most profo...
