Pain, sorrow, insult and the stain
Still remain on my virgin petals.
You ruined my fame
Before I bloom.
Once I worshiped you, my feckless Hornet
You sing the same old song to another innocent flower
Beyond my vicinity and my inner cry never goes to your territory.
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'My little Rose bud
I am your old Hornet
You never see this wearied Prince
In your sweet dreams.'
-One of my native favorite songs
sung by Amarasiri.Pieris-
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hornet-and-a-rose-bud/
