How do you talk
to the Angels?
How do you thank
the One above?
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How is it
that the waves are so sure
-to the shore
they're always going?
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Oh bumble bee,
do believe me,
need not thee-
of this sun,
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A dream is not a lie
when it doesn't come true,
it is something worse:
You warned me
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As a sweet bee
you keep spooning honey
to a desolate me-
temporarily.
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Am a beachcomber
worshipping the snow-
and a suntan believer
loving the rain.
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The moon
was only a street light.
The star
was just a firefly.
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'Come near me my child',
the old Ocean whispered to me,
and I fell -swimming greedily-
in its embrace.
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Giving the angels their wings
Is not as easy as it seems,
For letting them to fly
Empty will our nest be.
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