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
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