Little flower cold and wet,
No flower wants to be at home .
When it is raining outside !
The flower doesn't dream of the bee,
It blossoms and the bee comes .
Your mind is a garden and
Your thoughts are the seeds!
No flower wants to be at home .
When it is raining outside !
The flower doesn't dream of the bee,
It blossoms and the bee comes .
Your mind is a garden and
Your thoughts are the seeds!
Nice poem! I love pink.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot . I wrote it in the memory of some pink flowers which I saw in Georgia on a rainy day .
DeleteYou know, the pink rose is my second favorite rose. :)
ReplyDelete~Sheri
That's great !
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