Forshaken
In full bloom arrayed
Bidding my time for the bee
I swayed in the summer breeze
Hoping he would notice me
Nectar in me for he, the Bumble Bee
Decked out and fragrant was I
But the bee disdained my troth
And left me wanting to die
My short stay spans less than a year
My beauty is fading fast
Still until the winter frost bites
Shall this cruel betrayal last
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