[Bees]
Youthful wonder often led me to the clover meadow,
Honeybees my minuscule companions--
Those pollen-coated couriers of powdered life itself,
Purposeful, content, and conscientious.
Perhaps that's where I first found peace
Among the tiny triune trees.
If I may only say one thing
Let us try to learn from bees.
--
[Love story]
Grinning with teeth I met her:
Heart eyes smiling cat
Beating pink heart, pink heart with bow
Holding hands.
--
[Grains of sand]
Grains of sand uncountable
Fall quickly through a glass.
Somewhere water carves its way
Through earth and stone alike.
Hands of clocks turn ever onward
Passing by their marks.
Love and life move on
But time will never cease its march.
About the Creator
Dan X Catena
Life on the inside. I write for fame and commissary jelly.
@dan.unchained
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