in future will not be here.
Bees that will hover in day,
hum and buzz beyond compare.
Coloured pollen on its legs,
roam from here to there.
As if nature for love begs,
asking for its soulful pair.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
roam from here to there.
As if nature for love begs,
asking for its soulful pair.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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