King Rosie Poem by Owuor Lowry

King Rosie



My Rosie
On the greening grass we lay
Your chin, rested on your tender tips
I would have told you my secrets that day
And if I knew what I now know
Mine, to you I would lay

On the last day
My agonies you kissed away
No judgement, just pure joy.

Wednesday, July 6, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death of a friend
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