Midnight Flowers

 

Don’t tell me I am not to dance amongst the midnight flowers

Walk away pretend the hours of winning your core is done

That it is my heart you shun and there is no April showers

 In the brace of your hold so tight your heart can’t be won

When the door slams on this fiery sunset your presence end our hours

Still I remember that in your weakening love flowers

Don’t tell me there can be no beauty in the breaking dawn

In that quintessential moment in eternity I was born

 

 

Reviews

[Scott Metro]

Strength and determination.
Two qualities that fill your words with a self imposed justice.
A charming weave.

Enjoyed it.
Scott

[MOON]

Thank you kindly, Merry Christmas, take care!

[Pax]

Beautiful! nobody can tell you otherwise... do what you think is good. there is beauty in not giving up. Very nicely expressed my friend..

[MOON]

Thanks love all the best for Christmas, have a great one.

[KAin]

Such beautiful imagery evoked, such a determined voice heard. Well-penned, Moon.

[MOON]

Thanks love, take care!

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Moon I love your words! Sooo powerfully full...deep :)

[MOON]

Thanks Lynn, always look forward to your reviews, take care!

[Sami Khalil]

Shorter from your other writes but packed with emotions and imagery. The title is lovely too...Bravo..................

[MOON]

Thanks Sami ran out of words.... All the best .

[Sami Khalil]

All the best too...You are welcome...:)................