TULIPS, by PHRONSIE IRENE MARSH
First Line: Flashes of color, living color Last Line: But drop beside the yellow bowl -- and die. Subject(s): Colors; Heaven; Tulips; Paradise
Flashes of color, living color -- Gold, crimson, purple and white -- Stretch themselves up to heaven Out of a yellow bowl.
All too fair and delicate for mortals to touch, Because the flashes of living color No longer stretch themselves to heaven When foldled by human hands, But drop beside the yellow bowl -- and die.
