In The Summer Night


If life is a garden,
What kind of flower are you?
Are you a rose?
A yellow bell?
No matter what you choose to be,
Keep in mind,
What is truly important in life,
Is not how much you glow,
Nor how bright your color is…
For what truly matters,
Is what can you offer
The world.
For down the road,
That”ll be our exit question.
And. If you don’t have the answer,
You’re in trouble!


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6 thoughts on “In The Summer Night

  1. RoSy September 10, 2015 at 23:27 Reply

    I’m a rose if I go by my name. Or – if by my gravatar – I’m a daisy. LOL

  2. quirkyshine September 10, 2015 at 00:21 Reply

    I am a sunflower 🙂

  3. Kamila Pala September 5, 2015 at 11:41 Reply

    I like summer nights… and your poem is really beautiful! Bye. Kamila

  4. Claudia Anderson September 4, 2015 at 19:38 Reply

    Love this. Wonder if I could answer — I’m a garden — ? Then I can be all of the above…

  5. Heartafire September 4, 2015 at 17:22 Reply

    This is beautifully inspiring, lovely poetry Stefan.

  6. niasunset September 4, 2015 at 09:57 Reply

    So beautiful, so beautiful. Thank you my romantic poet, dear Stefan, love, nia

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