Frost Poem by Inco G. Nito

Frost



Some roses are red
some roses are white
They came early evening
and grew in the night

A splendor of glory
those frost roses bright
One beautiful morning
they shone in the light

But roses from night
may not come to stay
Just a few hours later
they melted away

Tuesday, November 22, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death,nature,winter
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