WordPlay

Tiny Flowers Poem

My hands may not

have enough to say.

My tiny flowers may not bloom.

My touch on these keys may mean

only

that the day has fallen

fallen

fallen

into the evening sky,

as if sublime,

another day in a sea of days

in a sea of moments like

tiny flowers

in a giant field

of

tiny

flowers.

david michael jackson

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