I roamed the streets of Rome,
It felt like home,
People told me to stay,
But I said no 'This is my Roman Holiday',
I was a flower seller, poor and dirty,
but sang like a canary,
Henry Higgins said maybe,
And called me his Fair Lady.
I was being chased,
Life was a maze,
Four men made it a craze,
It was more like a game of charades.
Rhetiric is present, the flow is present, the inspiration is your brain, and the magic come via your pain. That's awonderful writting. thank you for sharing it with us.
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Ooh keep writing :) I'd love to see your take on other things!
Well this work is so cool and great. i have seen nice rhymes among this art Well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the I roamed the streets of Rome very clever ;)