Think Bee enters the brain
covered with bad light
sans boughs or orchards
some tender green moss
deep recesses tangles knotted
Bee stumbles on dapples
struggles to come out
scared but tries to hop on wires
too sad not to find flowers
cursing itself missing honey
weeping, jerks a wire while
it seems to induce a spark into
the Bee starts singing ‘what a lovely Bard I’m
honey starts pouring into my mouth
to feed the multitudes all alike Ha, Ha
volumes of anthems of Anthology !!!
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