Sometimes I think my heart resembles
a red tulip open to sun,
dreaming dark red tulip dreams
while hosting poetic lines
on bright sunny days,
closing at night
to ponder
the day’s
dream.
—Kevin T. McEneaney
Sometimes I think my heart resembles
a red tulip open to sun,
dreaming dark red tulip dreams
while hosting poetic lines
on bright sunny days,
closing at night
to ponder
the day’s
dream.
—Kevin T. McEneaney