ears to the hive
listening to stories
the humming of life
hands turning over fallen trees
and leaves of grass
seeking for truth
heart, full of fear
for the sting of the bees
whether or not they may appear
may the not yet realized sting of their eyes
and the buzz of their words
leave me failing to find what I thirst for.
1 comment:
Terry!
I'm so happy to have seen your name on our blog and am so happy to see you started a blog.
I MISS YOU.
You are so wonderful.
So much love to you,
leese
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