Beckoned

Beckoned,

My beckoned one.

Soullessly searching.

Randomly acting.

Away,

The wind takes,

Its favourite lace.

Beckoning Flowers

Yes, this poem is all about pollination. The single pollen that is taken away from the swaying branches of its mother. To a better world? Who knows!

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