Sweet Sick Tulip
By Zandile Carol
O sweet sick Tulip
Dying in your life bed.
Mourns the wind, your beauty forsaken
While the rain, tears your loss
With eyes given, non for themselves
Gaze to thy, longest death.
And hands non given
To touch, thy beauty to save.
Dawn and Eve, have taken long
For your days, not to end
Hours in and out, come
To bow death, and shade-
Yourself whole, to it’s time.
O sweet sick Tulip
Will thy survive_such breath
Taken on their life, so early.
Or
Thou will bleed, thy self
To survival, on this life bed.
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