I bring these flowers
As a simple gift.
I
-Who am but a reflection of you-
-Who am but a reflection of you-
Bring these flowers as a simple gift.
We painted the town red
In the middle of
The dark night of life.
We brought color to the darkness
And music to the moon.
You fly like an angel
Wrapped around a star
While I gaze on
As a reflection of you
Bringing these flowers as a simple gift.
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nice repetition...and bringing color to the dark is a beautiful thing, yes it is...smiles...sings the moon back
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ReplyDelete'We brought color to the darkness and music to the moon." I love these words. Many critics who understand art, might say that Chagall's paintings have these same abilities, bringing color and music. Thank you for sharing this poem, Misfit.
ReplyDeleteI love the simplicity and integrity of this.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this simple gift
ReplyDelete"You fly like an angel wrapped around a star" There's a song in here!
ReplyDeleteI like this. "We brought music to the moon."
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Lovely reflections!
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Your poem, too, is both simple - in the best of ways - and a gift. Thank you for it.
ReplyDeleteFlowers are the most beautiful gift...
ReplyDeleteThat was sweet and honest. The best kind of write! I'll probably be back for more!
ReplyDeleteThese words are a sweet gift....this is beautiful! :-)
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