Perhaps the gossips thought,Captivating one another with loose lips,
Along those silent flower beds,
Tulips hold onto your secrets and dread,
Such impressive talk they wished,
These flowers with their magical hues,
Reds beaming and supple,
Creamy whites enveloping my dreams,
Nightfall please return to awaken the fliers,
It is their glow and wings mistaken,
To beautiful to capture and ever taken,
Secrets revealed once more,
Many times in that dark film before,
Below the muted landscape,
Sleep filled blossoms with meaningful shapes,
I adore your miniature forms,
Flutter about and before the dawn,
Those colorful shelters hold many dreams,
Its which ones imagining are too be deemed.
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