Sunshine was pouring
in the wake of black shadows
Tulips clashed with noon
shining, shining, like full moon
Pink orange hues, like sunset
Midday quite breathless
when wandering wind has gone
from fragrance and fire
It'll return later, too late
when sweet petals have folded
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Like tulips opportunities opens up daily and closes if we don't pay heed. You poem is true blend of nature with our daily activities. This is how I interpreted it.5*****
It is very nice to read your appreciative words.