New born beauty,
Having natural blush!
Two in a row,
Seem so fresh!
Apart from the noise,
Here they bloom!
Singing morrow melodies,
Having no room!
O frowny sun!
Let not thy beams!
Touch the beauty hard!
It’s in bees’ dreams!
New born beauty,
Having natural blush!
Two in a row,
Seem so fresh!
Apart from the noise,
Here they bloom!
Singing morrow melodies,
Having no room!
O frowny sun!
Let not thy beams!
Touch the beauty hard!
It’s in bees’ dreams!
Lovely and powerful lines ..really liked this one ????. #smq #love #fvrt poem
Thank you for your comment, Fatima.