The Tale of the Rare Flowers
After long, at a season
Rare we bloom
To break the rumor
We are not found.
If you are lucky,
You will see us at woods
Where wild flowers bloom
Or in the garden
That men make the best
Being curious for us;
A little bit odd we are
Only once in life
Then you'll see no more
Here, there, nowhere.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza | Year Posted 2016
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