A longing for honeyA Poem by SorenIn this world no greater loss than what was gold turned to dross what was once incorruptible seen now with age has lost its sheen as rot of time’s condemnation unstoppable age brings trepidation his royal duty finished and tired grown the hives need diminished they expel the drone © 2022 Soren |
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