In the Kitchen cupboard
The Fruit Fly
Has died of old age
we are but fruitflies in a larger scale... only with more documented complications. creative piece.
Fruitful poem but the fly died without got a smell of a fruit(Poverty?) thanks for sharing.10+
This really got me thinking about the fragility of my own existence. One minute we're here, the next we're dead. Good one.
This is sort of like the zen of insect poems! I like it very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you're titles are a blast... they're even longer than your poems!