Sep 6, 2020
1 min read
A Morning Rose
A morning rose
Late blooming
Pressed lips
With oblivion
Breathless
Moon missed
Fell frosted
In twilight’s gems
Too soft to call diamond
Too sharp to hold promise
Of a morose happy end
Sep 6, 2020
A morning rose
Late blooming
Pressed lips
With oblivion
Breathless
Moon missed
Fell frosted
In twilight’s gems
Too soft to call diamond
Too sharp to hold promise
Of a morose happy end
Doer and Dreamer, happy anywhere the snow flies.
