I want to be
the bee that I see
on the small purple flower.
So many eyes, until
there are no others.
a breath and a buzz and a dip.
Nothing left,
but little lessons for
drawing Love's gauge.
stepping light,
cleaning wings,
moments and more
and more.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
I want to be
the bee that I see
on the small purple flower.
So many eyes, until
there are no others.
a breath and a buzz and a dip.
Nothing left,
but little lessons for
drawing Love's gauge.
stepping light,
cleaning wings,
moments and more
and more.
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