Cry like a Bees...

buzzzz…buzzzz…
a soft pity voice
hear near the sleeping
Daffodils, that waits no break in the
nectar of the heart the
Bees call, Oh! come
serenity of the night as my tears
fall, lead me to the dazzling
Butterfly to fly up in the
wondering sky, comfort my hour and
keep me astray in the
paradise I stay

wet scatter off as teardrop
kept each leaf, and the whole ground
wait forging a deep wish to calm the
crying flee of a Dear friend

privy intend to hold the sweet tears,
and nothing lift,
for the option becomes the
final judgment of tears,
even pain comes
with awesome wealth of distress, surely
the day ended with gain
of lost memory to lend me
a little home to cry

nay! remember my past, for the Bees
likes to sing in
a silent of hovering fast and the
flower blooms blend
every teardropp fall in the ground,
it recall

hear little heart, as the Bees cried
in the flying play, the
flower is just waiting to comfort
the graceful pain …..

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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