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The Monsoon Ballad - 3 : Floral Romance!!

And the young and handsome Flower
In full bloom
Stood proud and tall in his glory "majestified"!

Sweet summoning scent
Of his perfume sets the heart a-throbbing
Pulsating and beating
Leaves the senses mesmerized!!

You see his proud stance and arrogant charm
But seldom its known  that secretly he stalks the Sun!

While he knows not
That the bees and the drones
Are soon gonna arrive
Uninvited!!

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So I Speak said…
So the flower was a male and bee the woman? but the pick to this post contradicts the content :-/
July 2, 2012 at 10:49 PM
Priti said…
Life's all about contradictions!! :P ;)
July 19, 2012 at 11:19 PM
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