Roses upon my lap,
Well...truly they 're for mom.
I'll give her with a song,
Knowingly she will hum.
Roses now in my hand,
Greeting card with a dove.
My name written inside,
With poems about love.
Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
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