Tulips remind me of you.
Upon our hands and knees,
Laughing as we planted the bulbs,
Imagining glorious splashes of colour,
Positioning each one with care,
Spring is here, but where are the tulips? and where are you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love acrostics and this one is amazing! Nicely done!