I want to be a bird – to fly far, far away,
And feel the fragrance of little red flower,
No! my fluttering wings will hurt her,
I won’t be a bird,
That bruises her soft petals.
I would rather be a bee
Sitting on her sweet smelling petals,
Feeling her softness
No, I won’t be a bee,
That will tread on her – and soil her purity.
Dream! My hopeless dream!
Fly around her, don’t wake her,
But bring her sweet smell
So she won’t know I breathe her sweet smell
In my hopeless dream.
Oct 8, 2021
Oct 8, 2021 at 12:17 PM UTC
I want to be a bird – to fly far, far away,
And feel the fragrance of little red flower,
No! my fluttering wings will hurt her,
I won’t be a bird,
That bruises her soft petals.
I would rather be a bee
Sitting on her sweet smelling petals,
Feeling her softness
No, I won’t be a bee,
That will tread on her – and soil her purity.
Dream! My hopeless dream!
Fly around her, don’t wake her,
But bring her sweet smell
So she won’t know I breathe her sweet smell
In my hopeless dream.