Unknown secret
Wither like it's gone
Treasure like a secret
Wipe it just like it never existed
That's what it feel
When nobody is here
Bees hovering around
Still it stucks
But something remains behind
Like a secret
Which it doesn't want
To allow to hover again
Confuse about whether
It remains or it hovers again
I want to keep it
But does it want to be with it
That answer might, it gets
When it's bloom again.
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