Sometime In May, Poem by Brenda Arroyo

Sometime In May,

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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.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: kiss,rose
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