How can I write ?
How can I write every day ?

Flowers have their will of own
Their arms aren't open for every moment
Buds bloom, and moments born
Fragrance seduces bees and worms
Black and yellow stripes when choose to dance
Their buzzing wings, fly me to France


© balpreet singh

postscripts :

"This is an another poem or work in my anthology titled 'A Sky That Houses Billions of Stars.' This anthology will feature a collection of poems, stories, and quotes."