Assalamu alaikum

Friends, how are you all? I hope everyone is well. I am fine too, Alhamdulillah.
Today I present to you a poem I wrote.

I'm @romzan15 from #bangladesh

A poem I wrote about flowers

The Language of Flowers

The flower says, “I always smile,
Through sun and rain, I stay bright.
The bees come with fluttering wings,
Humming songs in golden light.”

Morning dew makes me pure,
My fragrance drifts in the air.
With a soft and gentle touch,
Nature blooms so fair.

Sometimes I bring love and joy,
Sometimes I add grace,
Sometimes I bid farewell,
With tears in a solemn place.

I love fruit. Flowers a
re beautiful to look at. Ever
yone likes flowers. Your nose likes them.

Yet I will bloom in colors anew,
Laughing in the earth’s embrace,
In nature’s endless, lovely dress,
I’ll live in eternal grace.

The Tale of Flowers

Blossoming across the garden wide,
Draped in colors bright,
Soft petals gently open up,
Spreading fragrance light.

Morning mist kisses them awake,
With tender love so true,
Under the sun, they laugh and shine,
Painting the world anew.

Butterflies dance with fluttering wings,
Bees hum seking sweet delight,
In the heart of every flower,
Dreams bloom soft and bright.

Give them as a gift of love,
Or as a hope so true,
May life be like a bloming flower,
With joy in every hue.

For work I use:

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mobile	radmi note_13
photographer	@romzan15
location	Dhaka Bangladesh
taking pictures	market

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(Allah hafez)