The bee man

He buried his pain in a pool filled with bees Embraced the thought that they saw him as King and yet bees only have a queen His skin felt not stings but strings of the sweet melodies that made them buzz and they never made a waggle dance for a new hive He had a gift of telling them how to sleep when the world needed no noise He woke them up when in his heart all that was left was void and needed a friend to listen and talk to Those that saw him from afar thought he was cursed but he had no scars from the bees He was just a man looking for lessons on how to love and only the bees showed him how

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