You are the honey hidden in the comb;
And the fuzzy bee butts that buzz close by your ears.
You are the smell of honeysuckles;
And the candied memory of the aftertaste of its juices.
You are cheerful piano melodies, of chords that bop and swing;
And the pep when the pianist catches the rhythm.
You are all that is golden in the world.
Both soft and hidden;
And bold and salient.
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 1:13 PM UTC
You are the honey hidden in the comb;
And the fuzzy bee butts that buzz close by your ears.
You are the smell of honeysuckles;
And the candied memory of the aftertaste of its juices.
You are cheerful piano melodies, of chords that bop and swing;
And the pep when the pianist catches the rhythm.
You are all that is golden in the world.
Both soft and hidden;
And bold and salient.
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