Flower's Sight !

Flowers - they call you divine,
As the smell so beautifully nice,
People look at you,
With a glimpse of tenderness.

Flies that I saw moving around,
Feeling like they found a melody,
A necter in the taste of the buds,
Which never goes away leaving fumes.

In every seasons of the year,
I found the grace around you,
The garden seemed to a auspice,
Flowers that felt important to me.

Two young boy came then yesterday,
I scolded them for not plucking you,
The feathers went by and some lodged,
Not so easy as I caught them yellow handed.

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