Treasure Island

Chess dela Cruz


Mourn And Morning


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.

Submitted: Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 11, 2013

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