What about Tulips? Poem
Roses are red,
The violets are blue.
The love never stopped for you.
What about tulips?
They capture February
As someone has to be fairy
And first to capture the change.
It is not strange
When I sit on the bench
To captivate nature's masterpiece
And tulips' dance in the breeze.
The graceful whispering
Of the symphony rhythm is swaying.
Only God knows how to bring joy
Out of grief and ashes, o' boy!
Tomshinsky@2025
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