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With the withering storm,
the tulips grew
   -long and beautiful were the stems and petals.

Their mouths hungry,
like a bird in morning dew.

Red, yellow, orange and pink,
present the thinker with endless thought,
   -To leave a tulip
     is to love a friend,
     To pick a tulip,
     is to welcome death.

To the mountains the storm shall go,
and shall its gleaming eyes be spared.


 
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0hgravity Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I like the sparseness of this piece.
a nice read.
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Dr-Vergissmeinnicht Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much
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0hgravity Featured By Owner Nov 6, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
welcome
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redd093 Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I'm a big fan of imagery, so you get kudos from me!
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Dr-Vergissmeinnicht Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you so much :) I'm a visual thinker, words alone don't work for me ;)
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redd093 Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Yeah, it's hard for me to get down exactly what I want to say. It always manages to come out a tad bit off.
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Dr-Vergissmeinnicht Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
It's a process but as long as you write it for you it's a win.
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