Tulips

Poem By Ehab Khalifa

Four walls and a door
Unpainted ceiling and a floor
Unwanted heart with lots of wounds
And the pain is more and more

A passion that was left alone
A silent whining and a moan
A host of ugly thoughts
A lost cry of a wounded tone

It would be my eternal doom
Until I saw the tulips bloom
There it was the smell of Eden
Where God spread Eve's perfume

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Write comment. Imagination, Ehab, you may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks


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