I watch a little bumblebee
buzzing, crawling, circling our tree
while mild warm breezes playfully
mess with your hair touching me.
You gently take my hand and
lead me to a far-away land
where milk and honey flows
maybe destiny, who knows.
Best friends, our broken wings,
sharing, laughter, wedding rings.
Bumblebee, I miss you so
The ease, the light, the feeling
I cannot melt the heap of snow
that buries us, I’m grieving.
Eventually, nobody’s fault
believe me, I don’t know
how you, my little bumblebee
could turn into a cow.
My little bumblebee
Credit: NovemberMan
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The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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A nice poem about bumblebee