Flowers Poem by Charlie Murphy

Flowers
are dancers swirling in place
I saw them waving their petals
To catch my eye
So I in silence stood and watched their face
Sweet song with the sounds of
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that can not die
I smelt the syrupy fragrance
As sweet as springtime
And saw the sun
Shine down upon each petal clear
They are angels touching my heart
With gentle words of rhyme
That make me smile
Knowing they are near
Their beauty is like
The pearly mist of morning
It wakes the songbirds
In the trees
They who danced until the day's dawning
Are laying softly like waves upon the deep blue sea.