Poem -
before flowers knew bees were not slaves
before flowers knew bees were not slaves
life was at your honey like an un-nested miracle
as ravenous as any sad thing with a crisp tendril
drilling into the happy where the sad is a peach
with blue flags and marvels beyond your kin.
like love on your doorstep.
or an unkempt orange.
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Dude!!...you're friggin' AMAZING with words!!.......ALL STARS!!.....ever the pleasure!!.......Peace......T xo : )
Bless your Heart ! Thank You !!!