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Emagi Plaths Tulips

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me. I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. —Sylvia Plath (Tulips) 1:1, 6:1 & 5:2 **************************************** ************************************* ******************************** **************************** ************************ ******************** ***************** * * X X X X X * X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ X X X X X \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ TOO ////////////////// \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ RED ////////////////// XXXXX\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ //////////////////XXXXX XXXXX\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ //////////////////XXXXX —————————- ———————-

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Date: 8/22/2023 2:13:00 PM
This was really an amazing take on "Tulips"- or drawing, lol. :)
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 8/22/2023 5:06:00 PM
Thank you, my friend!
Date: 8/20/2023 6:50:00 PM
Sylvia Plath.... the great poetess, submerged in grief couldn't admire the beauty of tulips. They only enhanced her pain. Very creative, dear Kim. All the Best
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 8/20/2023 6:57:00 PM
This poem made such an impact on me! We need to see other people’s perspectives. :)
Date: 8/19/2023 10:19:00 PM
Ahh, this is so heartfelt and palpable, when everything too beautiful doesn't mesmerise the heart, because the soul is already sinking in pain.. Wonderfully this is~
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 8/20/2023 6:01:00 AM
Thank you, Hiya! Hugs ~ Kim
Date: 8/19/2023 12:54:00 PM
- Creative and well done, Kim :) - GL in the contest :) - hugs
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 8/19/2023 2:06:00 PM
Thank you, my friend! Though she was in a bad spot, love this poem.

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