a bud smilingly nods <br /> before flowering, <br /> its fragrance stolen <br /> by honey bees. <br /> <br /> bud searching <br /> for its youth, <br /> in the morning death <br /> yet finds it no more.<br /><br />ritty patnaik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cry-of-a-girl-child/
