An orange
door hinge
rusting on
a broken blue old door.
Times gone past
all is lost
nothing
rhymes.
I'm all Outta love, I'm no good without ya! And therefore, nothing is right anymore. Simply put, but direct, on target!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Alas, if indeed your happiness hinges and a lack of rhyme thus impinges for if it's rhyme that you a door use foreign words to get some more and oddball phrases bring you far for what's a door when left a jar? -chuck