Anna Tariro

Morning Glory

In the breeze of the morning she danced,
And oh, how she blossomed!
As the soft rays of the sun kissed,
Gently caressed, her petals.
Yet gazing at the sky with radiance, with pride,
The heat came out in full blaze and oh!
How she died!

You were her morning,
In you she gloried.
You were her everything
Yet she, your nothing.

Morning glory.

Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 10, 2011

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  • Tary-anne Share (5/8/2012 9:31:00 AM)

    great poem, sisi. keep at it, and u could go far!

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