Little daisies pink and white,
blooming and dancing under the skies,
dangling on the delicate stems,
kissed by the song of the gentle air….
Up they look and adore the blue,
smile and shy..
with a look demure,
around the bushes,
few butterflies swirl,
a bumble bee plunges for the nectar!
Slowly curling the folds,
blushingly turn into crimsons,
What passionate love of thy mute flowers…
buzzing the bumble bee flies away
with the song!
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soumyav 