I dreamed on and off few days ago
A passing cloud, honey and salt
Bees and Oceans,
And it seemed to be a fine combination.
My beloved grumbled 'Anyway, it's an omen dear; Who knows whether it's good or bad? '
'Yes darling, there is no any doubt that the passing cloud denotes my dark floating mind,
Bees give honey and oceans provide unlimited salt, isn't it?
But who brings us the evaporating happiness to our desperate shrinking hearts? '
* To my dearest pet-son 'Marco', Your pen-pusher father says so sorry as you skipped lot of scanty meals and suffered with us in your shaky kennel during our hard times.
Your way with words is unique and fascinating. There is noone like you on this site. I feel privileged to be part of your PoemHunter pennings. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
What can I say? This is utterly beautiful my dear friend. Only you could unite such diverse things as Bees and Oceans. It takes a master to do that!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Endearing, poignant, and truly Nimal. Your beloved Marco deserves the dedication. Always your poetess friend, Sandra