The beautiful signorina,
weeping plethora
over her lovers grave.
For the night before,
she loved and adored,
when her lover engaged.
Little did they know,
the balsam they adored
would cease, being no more.
He was shipped out in morn,
where the battleships did mourn,
overreaching the seaboard floor.
The Signorina by K. Saitta © 2015, A Walk In Verse
weeping plethora
over her lovers grave.
For the night before,
she loved and adored,
when her lover engaged.
Little did they know,
the balsam they adored
would cease, being no more.
He was shipped out in morn,
where the battleships did mourn,
overreaching the seaboard floor.
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