it was the flower's foremost
a bee finally came into the scene
the flower was too deafened
with the buzzing of the bee
until the flower's petal changed
and all she ever pleased was the bee
never realizing that her precious pollen
has all been stolen.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrylet the pen run wild as it tell the tale about u and me but never us. genre: (not so) poetry // english
