In maze, orange tulips,
In ears, howling through,
Rooting underneath, miles of miles.
Is heard, away of mind, call of tulips,
Forests, woods, where far beyond of.
From where came, nothing is the same.
So unkindly pat my crown, thee,
No way to flee, Whispered,
Fall, orange leaves,
Land in thy bed،
Fall in deep.
More strongly, take step,
Towards the glitters,
To leave tulips behind,
Shout a name, tis thou,
Along with orange tulips,
Of thy soul, Walk to horizon,
Sprinkle joy on life,
say a hallelujah.
©sepanta
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