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Apr 2017
.............................................................run­ning
                                                            ­     in playful
                                                                ­     abandon
                                                         ­             through
                                                                ­          endless
                                               ­                                  fields

you know
those flowers
look
closer

                                            ­                  red,
                                         ­                          blood red...
                                                          ­                     tulips
                                                          ­       wave,
                                                           ­       nod,
                                                     ­             ripple
                                                                ­          to my touch


they keep on
being
tulips

they keep on
being
red

                                                   ­                               still
                           ­                                                              running
                                                         ­                          arms
                                                            ­                               outstretched
                                                    ­                               brushing
                                                        ­                                  their tops
                                                            ­                                      gently


why?
why tulips?
why red?

                                                           ­                         lying down
                                                                ­                                     now
                                                             ­                          lazing
                                                                ­                               in the sun
                                                             ­                          gazing at
                                                              ­                              a sea of red


                                "when I count to three...
                                                      on­e..."

not yet.
please
not yet

I need to know...
                                                       "two..."

I like tulips
I like red
but
they're not
my favorites
                                                      "­three..."

alert now

heart
           pounding...

        heart
                pounding...

         ­                    I

                                          know
Mary-Eliz
Written by
Mary-Eliz  Virginia
(Virginia)   
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