Roses In November

Morning's dewdrops
drips from the yesterday's leaves
don't be afraid
when time knocks at your door
open it with your full arms.

For it smiles like a child
it greets like an angel
it smells like roses in November.

Just open your door
even as to close it again

yet open it now
since it is always
long enough to remember
the griefs of parting.

by Daisy Pereira

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