Brenda Arroyo

Rookie (6/10/1992 / Modesto CA)

Sometime In May, - Poem by Brenda Arroyo

Mercy falls like morning dew on newborn rose buds,
Not really falling at all…
Just forming.
Appearing as liquid dust,
Barely making a stand,
As the sun bursts its golden rays to dry up what is left of Mother Nature’s nurturing Kiss.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, March 11, 2010

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