I was in blossom
The change was noticed seldom
I was in my young age
Red cheeks you can image
Honeybees all round
For my petals to open but not found
Made "hum" noise purposefully
I was mesmerized fully
One of bees came and sat over
Tried to smell to and open cover
I felt shy and made head down
It was last good time I owned
They were in quite numbers
Came on one by one to remember
Fragrance and sweet smell
I had no chance to warn others and tell
I was aware but lost in succession
All my beauty was touched sans confusion
It was all over for womanhood
The talk of town was in neighborhood
I had full satisfaction
That was real indication
Some sort of secret elation
Brand new bond and permanent relation
very fine But nothing is permanent Not even time and still we are Here in search of permanency.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how the subject matter is delivered subtly and it takes reflection to understand 9 minutes ago by Erika Williams | Reply