I follow the red and yellow rose field
to see what I can find
and in my wake I see roses peeled
by my love. In one hand is a petal held ever so kind
and I know he must have won
the game by the smile on his face, grinning with fun.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
