Winter is ditching
And spring is nearing
With it, once again, I rejuvenate
With my rich flowers that originate
Out of me and the wondrous bees would stroke
But (Alas!) as they leave me back—I momentarily broke!
Time isn’t still
As it’s a fact and I could vividly feel
Spring does leave
And summer does creep
Ushered in with downpour
Leaving behind the experience bitter and sour...
©sham_kumar
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