A million thoughts buzzing,
like a bee hive.
Some dripping delicious honey
Some carrying poison on a sting
They all hum with beating wings
And make promises of a dance
My five eyes cannot see
Hush little bee, be quiet for me.
I am more than a flower you can pick. I am a bouquet of beauty; the scent of desire, the fragile petal and graceful stem, alive with color....
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