His <br />tulips <br />die <br />petal <br />by petal <br />while on <br />his <br />dying <br />lips last words <br />lay fevered. His <br />boy friend moves <br />near to <br />hear: <br />“This world <br />is pain, but <br />wait till <br />you <br />see what's <br />next.”<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-waltz-wave-tulips-die/
