One time you were a flower
Fresh and new and beautiful
You had bees and butterflies hovering
Around you; sucking nectar and swinging
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A queen and a flower both come to dust one day. Nice observation on life
Love is more than beauty whatever the age. You still love them when they're frail and ill.
Good analogy, Anilji. This metaphorical poem stands out as aesthetically beautiful. Top
'Now you have faded; Your glamour is gone '..true, beauty fades out as we grow old and old...a lovely admirable poem
Wonderful representation.....thank u, dear poet.....