House of Heart

I look down on  a garden
of moonlit  flowers.
 I need to be loved like  roses,
the silvery blade of that
crescent moon slipping  through
nameless  things on winged feet
flitting among   Zoysia grass
nipping at life with amorous teeth.

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  1. This is a lovely poem, one that feels soft to the reader, gentle if you like but I felt soft. I did have to look up Zoysia grass, sounds a bit like the Centipede grass we had in the yard in Florida. ‘nipping at life with amorous feet’, now that is a great phrase to conjure up so many things in imagination and just how a poem like this should end 🙂 🙂

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  2. Bonjour ou bonsoir belle jeune fille

    Mon amitié est une chanson
    Que je dépose chez toi
    Qui m’ apporte tant d’émotion

    Mon amitié est ma chanson
    Je veux partager avec passion
    De notes de musique sur un rythme fantastique

    Mon amitié est une chanson
    Que j’offre sans aucune condition
    Sur des paroles qui te feront rêver

    cette amitié est une chanson
    Je l’apprécie et j’en suis fière
    Cette amitié que je l’ai construit avec toi

    Sur cet air de musique
    Que je te fredonne
    Je te souhaite une très bonne journée ou soirée

    Gros bisous,

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  3. I love this poem. I’m in the mood for being loved like roses. ❦❦

    (It was a painful week with the internet provider. My account is in a computer glitch, and no one can seem to solve the issue. The glitch keeps adding $$$$ to my bill. )

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