My heart is like red tulip, bloom in Fall
And flaming gleams of flash light
At thy approach; or lying cool and red
When thou art disappear; robbed of the desire ocean
Is left moon-red and blue; no dark flame
Or sapphire gleam to make a sweet love.
But only still, benumbed indifference
Unwaked at thy soft whisper of my tulip.
Come now, I waste of waiting to know love you;
Teach me to know indifference red and dim
For I would like fate's tulip of joy or strife;
Would play to the lost of red roses
That passion sings; my heart lifted below
Dull apathy; pulsating; knowing red life
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