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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448430" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Flushed</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In my garden gambol<br>green beetles <br>by twos and threes, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">who sing to High Tulips<br>blushing pink<br>in harmonies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flushed, <br>adoration-framed, <br>they rainbow through<br>emotions gained<br>from beetle songs<br>choir sung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I part the foliage clef<br>to observe what enchantment deft<br>musical beetles pant<br>to flowered plants<br>swaying in the green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am transfixed<br>in this gloaming, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">where songs stroke<br>the airy night; <br> <br>uplifting <br>tulip bulbs-<br>rhapsodied<br>and honey dewed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On me then<br>euphonies: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beatles sing<br>because we don't, <br>to balm absence's pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They sing our song<br>of high praise; <br>because we won't, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>for tulips, <br>gardens, soil and loam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We are the children<br>who've lost<br>the songs<br>which were mother's songs<br>now vague; <br>distant, <br>gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Our ears<br>deaf now, <br>withdrawn. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The beetles stand in for us<br>sing our songs<br>in their metallic<br>greens, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">arpeggios falling to<br>my journal page<br>explaining<br>why they sing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to tulip bulbs, <br>flushed<br>on the green: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">all quiet now-<br>each bulb<br>reminded-<br>they are loved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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green beetles 
by twos and threes, 

who sing to High Tulips
blushing pink
in harmonies.

Flushed, 
adoration-framed, 
they rainbow through
emotions gained
from beetle songs
choir sung.

I part the foliage clef
to observe what ..."></div>
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