~Tulip Dreams~

Beneath winters sheath
she sleeps
lucid dreams
of flooding beds
symmetrical fields of red
and Van Gogh
Painted yellow, gold
loath, she grows
without rows
dazed
astray
admist strange flora
Solitare
she questions, where
weeping, braving
stifled tears
fleur-de-lys jeers
culled reveries

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