Hello
Simple damsel
Does it really matter?
That one can take what is not his?
I ask.
Divide
The honeycomb
Each...for everyone's share
For all content and grateful hearts
To beg.
Like that
The flower stood
Spending time in peace
A butterfly wakes up and flit
Her dance.
Then you
Quite and famished
Chose one flower... then picked
A distinct bloom--your fragile prize
This poem.
