Fluttering around the garden,
seeking nectar's sweet embrace.
The flowers yearn for her thorax
for pollination's loving chase.
With wings of allure,
she finds her place secure.
The flowers succumb to her gentle touch,
as she drains their nectar's well,
then departs.
Is she to blame for seeming heartless
when survival demands no rest?
She is Paro Paro,
every bloom's Mahal Ko.
- M Safrain
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mPoetry Unspoken
PoetryWhile the writing of the mPoetry series has reached perfection, the echoes of feelings within persist. giving birth to mPoetry Unspoken...
