One Enchanted April Ii
In tulips live I,
A little tulip man;
Opening
A cup of stars at dawn,
Drawing
down the sun at dusk;
In tulips live I,
A little tulip man;
Immortal as a drunken butterfly,
On nectar and dew befuddled;
In tulips live I, A little tulip man;
Indelible and senseless
Un-busy as a bee full Of honey.
Maniacal and magisterial
Elemental and eleemosynary
Lyrical and lascivious
A little tulip man
am I.
Published Suite101- 203
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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