I circled her fresh face with my fingertips
ruby red were her luscious lips
spring her blossom ever green
awaken not from this dream
summer harsh it takes the glow
dew’s gone, nothing will grow
our love languish in her eyes
robbing heat I ever despise
colors change, bouquet of woe
her faded lips her time I know
nothing lasts, she is so pale
catch the fall, of her I’ve failed
brightens my day
seasons flow like water
can’t catch red petals
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United is Appreciation. I have a recent love of red tulips. Sadly tulips do not last.
penned in moon dust 
As the seasons change..so do we…thanks for the thoughtful verse.
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__ You’ve written: “Sadly tulips do not last.” Then, we are all tulips; memories grown, as in nature’s lesson. _m
legends bloom
flowers fallen in their day
this seed
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“Nothing lasts, she is so pale…..” Tulips are lovely in their brief arrival.
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The flowers are pretty, but the poem is sad. 😦
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Your pics of the tulips are just great Moonie despite their short life span, You may wish to see Yusuf Hashim’s pics on his recent PhotoSafari trip to the Arctic Circle!
http://imagery77.blogspot.my/2016/09/ive-got-antarctica-cruise-coming-up-in.html
Hank
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How lovely this is, Leslie. I wonder which flowers have the longest life.
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