Chess dela Cruz


Mourn And Morning - Poem by Chess dela Cruz

The morning seems to be tired sharing grief.
The night had it all.
The sunshine lights the green surrounding
in bright hue.
The roses are bloody red.
Whereas, in that lonely room is a body,
rigid and blue.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 11, 2013


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