a butterfly curious
once asked the rose
o my dear, would you tell me
does it hurt
to give away your sweet nectar
does it hurt
when I fly away from you
the rose blushed, replied
o my pretty lady
when you touch me, my colors glow
I am sweeter
when you taste my sweetness
you flying away from me, makes me dream
leaves me a hope
that you shall come back
that you will touch me again
#hope #poetry
Lovely 🙂
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Thanks Tina
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Marvelous
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