Buzzing along
the busy bee
flies through the field
searching for his special place
waiting to be drawn by fate
to his soul mate.
Waving in the wind
the daisy
white and pure
singing a lullaby, dreaming of the day
when a busy bee
would finally land
upon her heart.
The lullaby of fate
changes the course
of the busy bee
to chose the daisy
landing in the center
of her heart, stinging his own heart.
Soon they become one.
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Samy's Poetry
PoetryA little bit of poetry from this crazy mind of mine. Hope it helps you feel something. Maybe even think something. <3
