Telling the Bees
Telling the bees my secrets
just as the ancients told theirs.
The only reason is another star,
or the dying of our beauty.
Ignorance is the definer
of your bliss.
Stay where you are, not willing to come in;
not willing to sieze the sun or the moon.
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