A bumble bee,
Flying for million fields,
Came across a musky-pastel,
Immobile, gleaming glee.

The Bumble bee,
Sprinted before, anyone could taste
The rich ambrosia.

Soul pumping out,
Stood in awe and owes,
To the musky-pastel
Crimson red floweret.
Angst to his dismay.
He fluttered his wings,
In suspicious,
That maybe this,
Beauty turns out to
Be a beast.

Slow steps and ,
His valour took him
To the abstruse dainty,
Curved
Floral leaf Corolla.

And kissed, with all
His life.
Esse of nectar, his
Tongue ever soupçon.

Now, he couldn't
Stand,
For him,
It was his dream,
To sip
From the valley unknown.

Still buzzing and
Looking for it.

To taste it more ,
Often.

But suddenly, his
Breath started to choke.
He couldn't live or die anymore.

So, in pain
The nectar took his life.

Because every beautiful,
Face.
Is dipped in poison.

Now,
You decide

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