Who speaks better of beauty,
In language more elegantly,
Of flowers graceful and stately,
In colours of all variety.
The cluster of buds,
fluttering and dancing
In the breeza, beckons me
Saying, come dance with me
In language more elegantly,
Of flowers graceful and stately,
In colours of all variety.
The cluster of buds,
fluttering and dancing
In the breeza, beckons me
Saying, come dance with me
A week, make me bewilderment
what colour, shape, style
Sprightly come out to become
My sweet buddy.
The nodding heads of flowers
Tells the bee
There is honey in me
The birds were perched
Upon a blomming twig,
They sang happliy
Perhaps, thinking of the every
Spring, which make
Me neonatal.
Oh, I graceful to God
Who gave such a
Glee company....!!
But i am wistful,
My sweet buddy.
The nodding heads of flowers
Tells the bee
There is honey in me
The birds were perched
Upon a blomming twig,
They sang happliy
Perhaps, thinking of the every
Spring, which make
Me neonatal.
Oh, I graceful to God
Who gave such a
Glee company....!!
But i am wistful,
Her life is for a day..............
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