Dec 2014
I’m envious of the bee’s
Ability to be.
Their ability to see
So much better then me.
They are born and they live.
They live and they die.
The whole while with only one goal in mind.
Ability to be.
Their ability to see
So much better then me.
They are born and they live.
They live and they die.
The whole while with only one goal in mind.
(Conway, SC)
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