Oh, Morning Rose
Oh, morning rose,
So full of prose;
Greet the early sun with your pinkish cheeks;
As I see you glisten thru the day,
Happy and proud I am;
And, when times come for you to write
Your own cause, remember me,
Your oldie prose, always, I’ll be.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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