He seems to be a poet,
His deathless mind endlessly flaps,
The unimpeded soar of a hawk,
The flow of the nomadic stream.
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The two honey bees I dream of
Droning, buzzing, zooming,
Mumbling about the night's darkness.
I see them whizzing fast,
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Life, Blink thee not,
For thou had a mortal fate,
A legions of mysterious to unfold,
Myriad tacits to be mould.
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Venom between the curved lips,
Nurtured soul of Satan,
Contagious, lures the world
With a scathing lullaby,
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Resurrecting from the broken bits,
She bleeds her stars in ink.
Each leaf harbours a lone life.
If one in the navel
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