Tulip field.
Liquid spur on floor of black
It's melting down the reflection.
Mirror as different shade still,
Coming to glory
Seeds of tapestry mury
Shimmy sinner down in pool cold water, I'm diving.
Driving away and driving in
in madnesses of all kinds.
On the other side of the road,
Into the ocean depth of night lullabies,all the fairy babies, sleeping in peace.
In melancholy of sudden,
Golden wrapper of candy treasured in the hearts of children. How you try not to be sad? Tell me the secrets.
Do you want to run free with a feeling little reckless like you used to as a kid again? Do you often wonder why do the future has to be full of weapons and loses when it could be trusts in nations and hope gardens.
Holidays aren't joyful these days without the innovative ridiculousness of you and me.
Like Dale's paintings we are melting hearts now,closer to each other as strangers on the street roads.
Why got to be this way,who knows.
We say we grew apart,but I don't know about you, but did I? Cause I think about you, but I don't know if I want to know about you anymore. I know I'm messed up but I sometimes walk back to the old memory lane filled with tulips of our innocence. I liked you then.
I liked you as a friend.
But we are not like that anymore. You have changed;
but the tulips in my memory, talks different.
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Jumping Into Constellation
Poetry[Rose Awards winner] "All the poems* are from some poetry challenges of poetry contests that have ended (so what, that they have ended? I can still take inspirations from them, right?) and the others are some poems from prompts given by others and...
