is there something so mature,
so unique about this blossoming flower
that she attracts so many buzzing bees
and social butterflies?
is she really so lovely?
if so,
then why is she so lonely?
why do the bees simply use her?
why do the butterflies not stay longer?
is she really so lonely?
do those bees use her?
or do they rely on her?
do those butterflies flutter about their own business
or do they whisper words of care?
if this beauty is simply skin deep,
then is she really just a weed?
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