Bees have their ways to prey
Before beautiful flowers
Pollen grain is their aim.
Poor lotus flower,
Its water unstable
Still embracing the thorns
And stones like pebbles.
There in its vulnerability bees will sow,
Immersing honey suckled and dew drops
Interactions to the bleeding heart
You can never stop.
Angel of sadness discerns the bees’ way.
Nothing can melt the icy mountain terrain,
Their play has been planned and written in paper.
Akin to the games of the general,
the board has long been prepared.
Wore their colorful mask
to charm their precious prey.
How pity it seems, flowers will stir –
Circles into the black hole
of the river Nile and dead sea.
Crows and vultures wait upon the sign
Poor lotus flower, you are blind.
Awake! ! ! ... Before the light,
Dodge the scorpion king and its wicked spiders
Cozy dinner date…Romance, you’ll be delighted.
Never knew the dessert and red wine
has a venomous ingredient.
Noxious lexis seem to you sweetened.
Rose petals and potpourri make you lenient.
Angel of sadness weeps upon the page,
Gazing through the drama of the black bees
It stings every flesh of words.
“I could no longer bear the scene” she whispered.
Before the plot, thy heart bleeds
Tormenting the soul and so it screams.
“Enough of this, I must leave! ! ! ”
“For I already know the climax”…
“Spot on! ... the tragedy has begun.”
The angel of sadness screech,
“I must leave! I must leave! ”
“For the room has been filled with filth.”
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