Flowers

Flowers growing wild,
With scents of romantic passion,
Bees buzzing joyfully,
With unquenchable desire.

While I stand alone in the
garden of my mind,
Searching everywhere for someone
that shares my beliefs,
Though I find not a soul,
I must continue looking.

For people are like flowers,
Their thoughts like bees,
Flying with emotion,
Yet unable to be free.

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