Bliss Poem by Phil Soar

Bliss



I watch the bees, with yellow knees, flying back and forth
As butterflies, sat idly by, warming in the sun,
I saw the frogs, beneath the logs, I’d scattered on the ground
I wished the day would never end, for bliss was what I’d found

Friday, July 31, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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