Sometime In May, - Poem by Brenda Arroyo
Mercy falls like morning dew on newborn rose buds,
Not really falling at all…
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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