Poem

Unseasoned bloom

She bloomed for him
Before the ripen hour
In an unseasoned blush

Bee he’s favoured,
drank her nectar
Singing her taste
Lingering around her!

Pride of buzzing
bee around her
bloom nibbed herself
to quench his thirst

Brimming her joys
Were the bog of her
ferocious fearful future

Unaware of the bee’s
Fedility, feddle of his
music became the bloom!

@Raji❤