Of bees and flowersA Poem by JstmdsBeauty is a lonesome soul searching for the one who cares down inside the home of cold it is cherished as it flares Though forgotten when it dies That its barely been hold dear The queen forsaken in her hive the bearing crop has grown to sear cause no one dares to kneel to flowers so we cut them with a knife carry their scent into our towers not to cherish them alive
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