Flowers bloom
bees fly in,
attaching pollen
to their limbs.
Bees fly out,
pollen, spread about.
Fields of sorrow
in which they sow,
my final line,
time to grow.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 2:50 PM UTC
Flowers bloom
bees fly in,
attaching pollen
to their limbs.
Bees fly out,
pollen, spread about.
Fields of sorrow
in which they sow,
my final line,
time to grow.
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