The flower,Β Β waiting for the wind To move with grace Waiting for the sun to open fully, to bloom at last. Waiting for the bees to be kissed so deeply To be carried away. To far away places, to bring happiness somewhere, somehow in someway Waiting for human eyes to caress her beauty before sheβll be gone from here forever.
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Beauty of flowers, all flowers. You can read it as a metaphor as well. We all are like flowers in the wind, rain, sun. Blooming and fading away.