Success Is Any Beehive
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Souls amid vagueness
we sustain an inheritance
when affection is betrayed
the fights ratified a farewell
prior, we struck the shore
In the last spell of my life
faults are piled high on the mound
it swirls and coils into clouds
I must uncover my path; I am lost
In this swarm of torn seasons
without anything
I have sprung up to the summit
I smile when I notice...
hazy veil of the night rise
breed shivers off my handle
With one stroke, one can restore one’s life
There was on top a loss of insight and wit
Avalon-like in the Gollum
and, there is no absolute power
or fables
awaken the venerable
to the days of audacity
On clear days, honey abounds
Swathe across each space
even the downbeat ones
born from a bold hand
escaping from hives
bees flew away from the disarray
even more so now than before
they were wretched to find the blooms
If you recognize, how an artist reckons
all eyes will be on the hibiscus
through every conflict
Written: October 23, 2022
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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