Love - Un Plucked Poem by Shelly Kiran

Love - Un Plucked

Rating: 5.0

Out of garden
I never plucked the flowers
Those enchanted,
I just wished I could be a bee
And left that thought too.
My soul loves yours
In three senses,
To see you in hues
To listen your laughter
You may not be mine but
The Fragrance is mine
Till you bloom.

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