Hard to believe these crystal wings
can carry bees on the breeze
and then slowly land
as if the hand
of God
gently and tenderly
set them down
On a blossom
that calls, “Come hither”
“I need you to polinate me please”
“Ah yes, I will,” cries the little bee
and in our dance of Love Divine…
I give you life
And you give me mine.
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