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By wistful Date: 2005 Apr 06 Comment on this Work [[2005.04.06.20.02.31657]] |
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Like these tulips Once closed so tightly Plump with promise Rosy with the first blush of new life We burst open Edges splayed in all directions Straining towards the sun Taking in all the world would give us Now withered away Drained of color Dry husks of former glory Barely a memory remains Without the promise of another spring The bulb, uprooted, has withered too. Like our two lips Forever parted. |