A few words remain
For me to say:
'I think poetry'
'I dream poetry'
And 'I breathe poetry'
Therefore, ' I speak poetry',
The world is my witness!
Here, I solidly stand,
Patiently waiting for the day
When the Sun and The Moon
Will sadly disappear
From my humble life!
My body will be buried
But my soul will survive,
Like a shooting star,
Hovering in the skies,
Trapped in infinity!
The poet will be gone
But not this finished poem!
(C) all rights reserved- 2014
New York City
Romeo Della Valle
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