A blog about whatever is going on in the life and/or mind of Paul Tannahill. You have been warned.
Roses might be redand Violets might be blueI haven't noticed latelybut yellow flowers.Carnations might be pinkand Baby breath is whiteI haven't noticed latelyBut gladdening of light.Music might be beautifulPainting might be brightI haven't noticed latelyBut kissel and cloves.Skies might be blueI haven't noticed cloudsIgnorance is blissI found it written in the sea.Meadows might be bloomingFruit might fall from treesNotice the wind blowing please.Notice its gentle tease.Notice light in darknessLike glitter on a swan.Notice things you can not see.Will you notice me?Catch a glimpse of sunlightBouncing off the moon.Notice how much I love youSee white light, like glitter in the dark.
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Roses might be red
and Violets might be blue
I haven't noticed lately
but yellow flowers.
Carnations might be pink
and Baby breath is white
I haven't noticed lately
But gladdening of light.
Music might be beautiful
Painting might be bright
I haven't noticed lately
But kissel and cloves.
Skies might be blue
I haven't noticed clouds
Ignorance is bliss
I found it written in the sea.
Meadows might be blooming
Fruit might fall from trees
Notice the wind blowing please.
Notice its gentle tease.
Notice light in darkness
Like glitter on a swan.
Notice things you can not see.
Will you notice me?
Catch a glimpse of sunlight
Bouncing off the moon.
Notice how much I love you
See white light, like glitter in the dark.
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