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The Monks Honey Mead

Golden nectar flows,
sacred honey, vats of sun,
blessed in barrels deep.
 
Echoed praise dance halls
in quietness, we wait for grace,
mead poured like pure sunshine.
 
Brewed like prayer in cup,
ancient hands the humble craft,
joy steeped in amber rain.
Written by MalcolmG
Published | Edited 9th Nov 2024
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Copyright MalcolmG
2024 - A poem for the monks, honey and the mead of time
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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