For JeniA Poem by CarolynnLike a honey bee dancing ‘tween rose and thorn You found no nectar on that morn Left me weeping in the storm Your precious wings have both been torn
Far too young, my heart now aches As if were ripped by thorny stake For no more honey can you make My precious bee to never wake
I’ll press that rose ‘tween sheets of blue So all my thoughts will be of you Dancing over rosy hue With both your wings restored anew
r.i.p DJ © 2019 CarolynnReviews
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