White Tulips
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"White Tulips" is a collection of poems merely about the brighter side of a relationship. It's all about reminiscing those happy moments with someone we really enjoyed being with where everything was fun, cheerful, exciting and comforting. Let's see the brightest of blooms as every white tulip sings with different tunes-an ode of happiness. Let's unfold the syllabic verses in every petal for they may blossom and wither away.
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Started: October 28, 2018
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