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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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A nice poem about bumblebee