Dear Death

Dear Death, 

Knock the door before restless, careless and painful ending,

Ring the bell and let me know,

So I prepare my luggage before my soul reach your floor,

Buried with the worms below, 

Would not be able to see the bright sky with, 

I should earn good deeds for you, 

Would I become element of the Earth, 

Or mother worm, finding balance in every ferment,

They will lay flowers for the restless soul,

When I would not be able to tell my cure.

Mia GiaconeComment