Honeybee
From where I hover, I can see
pink, white and yellow in the grass
A lily dear enticing me
exhaling perfume as I pass
Her dainty face a weather-glass--
Then humming low sings from my soul
as I alight as bold as brass
and steal sweet morsels from her bowl.
Copyright © Rhoma Em | Year Posted 2017
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