Breeze touches the flower buds
to unfold their petals with fragrance
Bees sit on the fully blown blossoms
to suck the sweet nectar called honey
She comes touches the flowers with her tender fingers
and softly kisses their gentle petals
On special request of the god's colorful creations
she plucks a few and wears them on her hair
to honor the garden's beautiful natural decors!
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Breeze touches the flower buds to unfold their petals with fragrance Impressive opening of the poem. Thank you so much for sharing this gorgeous poem, dear Kavin
This is an excellent observational poem, so loveliest worded. Brilliantly presented with the beautiful graphic. Amazing poem! 5 Stars full for your fantastic poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bees sit on the fully blown blossoms to the sweet nectar called honeyBees sit on the fully blown blossoms to the sweet nectar called honey.....beautiful expression!