Between window and screen.
A lone bee to be seen.
Cold outside flashing in.
Summer over with stinger pin.
Walking, dancing, frenzy craze.
Flowers wilted, winter haze.
A bee sub comes to the end.
No flower nectar and without friends.
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JESUS SAVES
You have just capture the sting of loneliness....your great my friend... Thank you and God bless...a star and a 10 ++++
may be the living creature except human always free of liability and identity. everything is real for them and they conclude their life without emotion complication. yet they also survive on certain core necessity. maybe we as human should have a glance for what actually our core of life and soul. interesting poem.
Awwww poor bee! I guess he buzzed off the planet, literally. Nice work Joe! Glad you managed to nail him without the sting. Smiling at you, Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful images, in a fantastic way, Sir... 10... Tsira