The flower looks up,
blooming under the sunlight
there in its garden.
Warm, the summer wind that blows
to stir the flower’s petals.
I watch the bee fly
as it lands on blue petals
then flies off again.
Too hot for me to hover –
I prop up my feet and rest.
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A touch of fairy tale....
The moon shone brightly that night,
when she walked there in her garden
unseen by other eyes.
The moon shone brightly that night,
when he jumped the garden wall,
and tossed her a rose.
The moon shone brightly that night,
as she picked up the rose with a smile,
and lifted her hand.
Clouds drifted across the moon, then,
as she jumped the wall with him,
and escaped into tomorrow
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