A flower free with Love*
You are a pretty flower in the meadow I see
Standing all alone in a breeze so free
My eye watches and sees you move to and fro
Dancing so lightly with each breath that has blown
You attract the honey bee with your nectar so fine
For this moment it is Love and it stops all of time
Dom*Colucci 2011
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