Thursday, May 7, 2015

Richard Schnap- A Poem


MUSIC OF THE SUN

One day I saw
A homeless man
Picking flowers
From peoples’ lawns

As if to gather
A bouquet to give
To the invisible love
That dwelled in his mind

And he chose the ones
That sang to him
In colorful voices
Only he could hear

Leaving the ones
That remained silent
As if they were meant
For another’s hand

1 comment:

  1. Nice Poem
    From a Dead Snakes contributor

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