Sunday, January 21, 2024

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.

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