Nectar on lips

She fluttered her wings like,
An angel of butterfly  under,
The fog, under the gleaming sun rise,
I stand among the breeze of,
Early morning, she reached my lips,
Hangs like a honey and sucking,
The nectar on the core of flower,
She hangs around my neck,
And takes my dews from lips.

29 thoughts on “Nectar on lips

      1. Oops, that’s really bad…. Hey I gotta blog friend looking alike you… Her face.. Hehe.. She is like mad n my poems… She silly sleep unless she ask me to write something hehe

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