Tulips Poem by Natasa To

Tulips

When you reach that tulips world, become a nice flowers,
become a cloud, and the sweet star of dawn,
so that your Dad knows you, waiting at him door.
Take a wand of lily, a root of orchid,
a root of orchid, and be a moonlit freshness
falling in the midnight in his dirty courtyard.
I gave you water to drink, you gave me orange,
eaglet of the icy, hawk of the cold river.

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