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In the Days of Milk and Honey

In the days of milk and honey
Milk was cheap and fresh
Honey costed little money
And I paid in cash
In the dream one winter night
I was flying low
In the blur of lamppost light
I was flapping slow
Over houses and then 
Swooping down I flew
Over pavements and again
Up towards the blue
In the days of wine and music
Days of happy sadness
Nothing seemed too much intrusive
In my eyes of gladness
Troubles, hardships and decay
Left their mark on me
But I threw them all away
Just to let me be
In the days of love and painting
Days of paper cup champagne
I was frequently escaping 
From each place I stayed
I was making lots of friends
And I was beknown
But all friendships had to end
In the days bygone
Days dissolve into thin air
Still I fly in dreams 
Over houses, over square 
In the dimmed light beams.
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Rodrigues Avatar
February 21, 2025 at 10:25 AM
Greg, love the opening lines, so sweet. … Still I fly in dreams Over houses, over square …reminiscent of a Chagall, where he paints his wife, flying her like a kite.
Stanford Avatar
February 21, 2025 at 12:27 PM
Yes, indeed, he loved that image, Kim! Thank you so much! You are always welcome!
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