Oh, Bee, Come Back To Me
Waiting;
Oh, how one waits.
We are always biding on some pardon.
I wait for you, bee, in the Spring of my lifetime
to absolve this affliction and pollunate the secret garden.
The locked garden we clammered for as babes.
I have forseen your sting for what seems an eternity,
and now, how one waits.
There once was a time when you waited for me.
I was Mulish and as time passed, so did your wait; on to the next amusement.
Are you so easily diverted, bee?
Pollunating the first violet which crosses your path.
That weed is no match for me.
I attempt to iradicate it but it grows like a sea.
Oh, bee,
come back to me.
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