Bees Poem by Lex Cullen
Bees
Where my heart.
Shall lay a nest.
Where bees always wait.
When those who want to get close.
They will sting.
Sting to protect.
It's a place not to go.
I do not understand.
The love that I receive.
As if it was just another stone.
I just do not care.
As do the bees.
The bees that do sting.
And when I am alone.
The bees are at peace.
Love is just a thought.
One I do not need.
And those with bees.
Let them free.
So they do not sting.
But as for me.
I do not mind the sting.
Even if it means.
That I stay alone.
'The bees are at peace' low ebb night, I wonder the degree of activity change between no moon and a full moon, love can be like that, bright burning full dark deceased, thinking with buzzing bees :)
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Love Burning Full Or Dark Deceased low ebb night no stars in sight overcast cloud blight I wonder the degree of activity change between dark no moon and a full moon love can be like that bright burning full dark deceased sun buzzing bees make honey while fields are in clover Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Bees' by the poet Lex Cullen. Dedicated to the poet Lex Cullen.
A poem from a poem very beautiful