Connie Yost

(5/27/38 / Reed City, Michigan)

The Tulips Bloom


What a frankly fragile web we weave
But then it's not for us to grieve
The best of men may take a loss
In what is known as albatross.

But muddled though our mind may be
The tulips bloom refreshingly
Redeem our spirits, and to us bring
The loveliness of new born spring.
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Submitted: Thursday, March 20, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 20, 2014

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