She, Like An Emerald
Clouds of Marlboro smoke gently billow
As I etch her name on a maiden willow
She, like an emerald on my silver pillow
Ending all my sorrow, tears quietly flow
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2006
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