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Tulip

Day 20 ... The sky is getting brighter 

Good morning, ☕๐Ÿž๐Ÿ…๐Ÿ‡

Tulip is a poem about a tulip in my bouquet.  In multiple colours: purple, white, yellow, and orange. What I really liked were the two-coloured tulips: orange and yellow. I was just looking at them and looking back at myself.



Tulip

My tulip of my drawing
Orange in yellow
Mellow afternoon

Each petal opens, I feel
The subtle touch, I breathe
The subtle scent

Suddenly, a drop of tear
Wells up in my eye,
Thought, I breathe

Not to let it fall.

- Michie Lyne

๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒท

ใƒใƒฆใƒผใƒชใƒƒใƒ—

็งใฎๆใ„ใŸ็งใฎใƒใƒฆใƒผใƒชใƒƒใƒ—
้ป„่‰ฒใฎไธญใซใ‚ชใƒฌใƒณใ‚ธ่‰ฒ
็ฉใ‚„ใ‹ใชๅˆๅพŒ

่Šฑใณใ‚‰ใŒ、ไธ€ใคไธ€ใค้–‹ใ、
็นŠ็ดฐใชๆ„Ÿ่งฆใ‚’ๆ„Ÿใ˜、
็นŠ็ดฐใช้ฆ™ใ‚Šใ‚’ๅธใ„่พผใ‚€

็ช็„ถ、ไธ€ๆปดใฎๆถ™ใŒใ“ใฟไธŠใ’ใฆใใ‚‹
ใงใ‚‚、ๆฏใ‚’ๅธใ„่พผใ‚€

่ฝใจใ•ใชใ„ใ‚ˆใ†ใซ

ใƒŸใƒใƒผ・ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ

My Tulip, pastel on paper, Michie Lyne, 2024.



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