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the honey bees
the violet moves towards them,
they are navigating the meridians
and land on purple blossom dust,
they turn it to pike in gold autumn,
and tithe the honeyed amethyst...
Published 8th Oct 2016
| Edited 9th Oct 2016
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9th Oct 2016 00:44am
a beaut rendition...indeed Pisha!
"they turn it to pike in gold autumn " borders on magical!
"they turn it to pike in gold autumn " borders on magical!
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9th Oct 2016 1:40am
I fear for our bees, and that beauty such as this poetry will evolve into tribute poems with our own fate to follow.
9th Oct 2016 4:29am
Life's little blue eyed navigators. We live in a collapsible world held up by the simplest things.. 🐝 Thank you so much, Ahavati... :)
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