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t u l i p s - a r e - t e a c u p s

... i swear i didn't mean to write a weird love story between a tulip and the wind skjdsfadkj- someone pls take my computer away. i can't believe this is how i spend my time-

a tulip is a teacup

brimming with

summer's first breath

and spring's last regret,

petals blushing from

petunia pink

to blood rose red 

when the wind

--as cool and bracing

as sweet tea--

blows a kiss her way,

a kiss carried 

on the breathiness

of sweet nothings

and the sun's blessing—

a sunlit seal of approval

from the sun herself

who propped her elbows

on the horizon

on the morning of that day,

cupping her round face,

yawning and glowing,

lazily 

drawing her honey 

from the corners of the earth

where light still lingers

before spilling this gold

onto the wind's chilling hand

where it curls

into a thin band,

pouring this gold

onto the very tips of petals

where it twists and twirls

into a gilded crown,

and in the end,

the tulip danced 

with the wind,

happily ever afters

were found,

the sun laid her head down

with her hair

flowing in melted rays of

vermillion and amber

around her,

and before she slept

she told the moon

to sing these lovers

a song

love,

mari