Welcome to the Garden of Tulips,
kneel before the alluring breeze,
red & yellow and the shades in between,
appeasing and engulfing the canvas of heart,
stained and devoured like a bruised apple,
i fall from predator's hat into prey,
pray for me save me from the infested art,
love of the springs a nightingale sings!
or perhaps making a peircing call
the curtain, the curtain is just about to fall
the winter is cold but truthful among us all.

© ZiaD