A poem



With flowers pointed in my heart

That sting unlike the roses

Who with the Sun the light compose

Yet don't impose

In Freedom speak of choice

That we may all rejoice

Forever found in flesh and Soul

A lonely petal sighs and holds

Onto her heart

For we will never part

And riches gone — a world

I never felt  -

Like emptiness that speaks 

But does not warm:


Unlike a swarm of bees

Now singing jubilees...

And our nature Nature be -

The lesson past; the dream will be.

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