I wake in the morning
Thinking of a perfect day
When I feel like a king –
A day of fun and play.
I smell the air in time –
The sweet smell of roses
The vibrant sights of thyme
Filter through in small doses.
The grass is green with life.
The sky is blue with dreams.
I walk with little strife.
I see frogs in wild streams.
I pick up a red rose
And give it to my love.
A beautiful red rose
– To my love.
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Simply Poetry
PoetryA collection of poems by Sean Arturo Last. You are encouraged to leave your interpretations in the comments. -- © All Rights Reserved (No unauthorized copy, distribution, transmission, or alteration of the work.)
