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What Day is it Today?

Updated on February 13, 2013

Red roses scattered on the streets,

The man said, don't touch them with your feet,

But he's too late for I ruined the sweet

taste of passion and heart beats.

I saw, in the woman's laundry, a pink sheet,

She washed it though still neat,

Then filled soft cottons on the seats,

For she wanted to make his man glad when they meet.



Hearts, without life, hanging on the door,

Cupid, Venus' son, sleeping on the floor,

Mermaids, I hear their voices there on the shore,

Elementals rise from the under core.

Oh, but that was fifteen years before,

I was six years of age when the man and woman adore

each other and nothing else more.

Now, all they know is they don't know each other,

They forgotten to remember

that in the same bed they'd slumber,

From January start through the end of December.

They left six angels in heaven,

And never did they come back to get them again.

So what day is it today?

If it's not special for me, anyway?



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    • Gypsy Rose Lee profile image

      Gypsy Rose Lee 4 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      Love is so dear and parting is so full of sorrow.

    • Dim Flaxenwick profile image

      Dim Flaxenwick 4 years ago from Great Britain

      Beautiful poetry, although I have to admit I did not quite understand " Six angels in heaven".......

      It did not stop me from enjoying a lovely poem.

    • Valorie Esquilona profile image
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      Valorie Esquilona 4 years ago from Philippines

      thanks for your lovely comments Gypsy Rose Lee and Dim Flaxenwick. I really appreciated it.

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