A bee tapping against the glass
No way out no way in
As the flowers remain outside
And I remain in
Their vibrant colours haunting the
Polygonal patterns of my eyes
As the bee thump thump thump's
It is helpless to the taunting house
Soon it will curl up on the window sill
When it is tired and out of breath
And so will I
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 3:59 PM UTC
A bee tapping against the glass
No way out no way in
As the flowers remain outside
And I remain in
Their vibrant colours haunting the
Polygonal patterns of my eyes
As the bee thump thump thump's
It is helpless to the taunting house
Soon it will curl up on the window sill
When it is tired and out of breath
And so will I
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