Marianna Jo Arolin

I am not sad to see
The rose petals fall,
Although, I ought to be.
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We wove the threads of friendship
That grew stronger day by day.
That golden chain entwined
Our lives, in a special way.
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Sing a song of broken hearts
And you sing a song for me.
Sing a song of shattered dreams
You're still singing in my key.
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I welcome these crisp autumn days,
This abundant harvest time.
When boughs are bent with apples,
And pumpkins cling to vines.
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You sit upon
My bed each day,
Patiently waiting
For time to play.
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My lovely, antique, crystal vase,
Has held many fragrant bouquets.
But, none so elegant, my love,
As the roses it now displays.
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The falling rain
Cannot detain
An eager fisherman.
He makes his way
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His clothes, a bit shabby,
He has holes in his shoes.
The hat on his head
Looks downright abused.
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Brisk autumn winds
Blow swift and cold
Now regal elms
Are dripping gold.
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There's a sweet tranquility
In the early morning hours,
When glistening dewdrops
Kiss the waking flowers.
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