Dry Seasons Poem by mark anthony st. rose

Dry Seasons



Thirty dry seasons I have seen,
a world wonderful, so serene.
The sun rises, the bird it flies,
the rose blossoms, then it dies.




copyright@2010 by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: rights,rose,seasons
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