A simple girl she was
a simple woman she’ll be
lives in her simplest dream
future... God makes her free...
like a flower produces nectar
not to attract but to feed
bees.. butterflies and other insects
pollinate to produce nicer breeds..
in a forest where a monster lives
dark cold nights he suffers most
like a butterfly he wanted to see
a honey that moist's lips of a soldier bee…
by curiosity he went on
to the garden of no return
a pitcher plant he meets
she bites, she kills...she sleeps….
© 2009 lady grace (All rights reserved
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.