LOLA

I am perhaps a tulip who wakes up in every spring Showing his colors his Jug�e principles often well out of time I am perhaps a pink releasing the flavour of the love one pricks oneself on my morose side but happiness returns to the turning I am perhaps a dandelion spread and rather badly included/understood but will know when it is well been useful it will give taste to your life What imports the flower which you are you have a whole a role to play but you must remember of That which created you The tulip will not be a pink And the pink will not be a dandelion for what is used to hope to be a pink When at the bottom “I am what I am .