
Tulips, the candles of spring.
Their blue, white and red blooms flicker
In the cool breeze,
An enchantment to the eyes.
But their true mystery lies
Deep in the dark,
Where nutrient orbs,
Withstand winter’s plight,
And fuel their upward journey to the light.
Wow!!! Suzette, I absolutely love this. The candles of spring. Perfect… the rest, and the deeper meaning, also. ππ·π
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Thank you Lia. Glad you enjoyed the poem and the idea floating behind its meaning – Most excellent discernment. Have a peaceful day. Cheers. π―ππ
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Beautiful poem
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Thank you for your lovely words of support. Much appreciated. Many blessings on your day.ππ
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My pleasure π
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“Candles of Spring” I love that imagery!
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Glad you enjoyed it Jay. Thank you for commenting. I truly appreciate it. Happy day to you!ππ·
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Thanks, Suzette, you too!
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Tulips are truly one of spring’s blessings. Your poem brings joy and praise to them. Well done Suzette!
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Thank you so kindly. I love, love tulips – they are truly a blessing to my heart. π·π·
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Beauty, Ms Suzette, beauty!
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Thank you Pene. Happy Monday to you. Many blessings. .π
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Good morning to you, have a blessed day.
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