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GARDEN AND THE BEES

Beauty sets in my wide open eyes
The skies radiance of hue becomes me
I am a flower - I bloom
Colorful flowers transpire in the mind
The troubled rain nourishes in doom
In the beauteous gardens - I am surrounded
I speak - the poppy enlightens
The roots root bound are grounded
My heart opens as I'm blossom
Hark !  I see a bud in disguise
The suns rays twinkle in daylight
And the bee swarms to my open face
With the buzz mute to my lifted ear
It listens and recollects what I hear
The sound of the raindrops true may be doom
Yet I speak -to the bee and the bloom...  


Copyright © stacey law | Year Posted 2017

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