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