Prompt: Write a poem in which tulips bloom under the full moon.
Cold, Silver, Blue
Remnants of sun light echoing through.
night air, wicked with stale moisture breeze
a veiled beauty living, dancing, in the dark.
Reaching up and praying desperately for sun's spark.
A yellow beauty waits patient in this tease.
in a silent time where everything comes to a halt and the moon commands the sky.
Blooms, tears, with no audience
Doomed, tears, a life of violence
Trampled under busy feet searching endlessly for beauty fleeting
people working tirelessly to find happiness in dull grey.
If they could only see through the night's silver eyes greeting
Tulips strange beauty that hides in light of day
But I see it reflected in my loving Luna
awake, alert, while the world sleeps
I count my blessings as insomnia velut fortuna
My tulips and I alone in darkness creep
Beauty is ours until sunrise steals away our keep.
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