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Word flowers
redolent blossoms
of sticky nectar
my mind
buzzed by
meaning
moves from petal
to petal
to petal
pollen spray of sentiment
dust blooms
astral floating
settling on the
infinite
moment
I was in love
once
and believed
that word
and so it was
until
it wasn't
but in memory
the scent is still
so
sweet.
2 comments:
Poet as bee!
To bee or not to bee.
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