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She was the tulip queen
Wild and red, she ruled
the meadow
Flowers grew at her touch
Grasses bent to her will
Even the birds
sang on demand
The fields were her island
The rocks, her castle
To find her retreat,
her haven,
her heaven,
she had just to cross the bridge
of her mind
It may have been a bit unstable,
but she never fell.
submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, Haunted Hearts, Hungry Eyes
and the Sunday Whirl, Wordle 115
