Most beautiful flower it was,
Fresh with dew drops covered!
The rays of sun would stroke its surface,
Making it feel the blessed one!
Full of youth,
It’s joy knew no bounds!
A black bee came in search of nectar,
The angelic flower felt a surge of emotions it had never felt!
Little did it know, it had given it’s heart!
The bee kept coming till the flower had no more to give !
Poor little flower kept waiting and withered away !
Old now it was!
The bee was no where in sight!
And one day with the wind, the flower died!
The Vagabond 
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