26.12.11

Harmony

the perfumed petals of the sweetest rose
the vibrating hum of bumble bee wings
fly through her branches of razor sharp thorns
armed with his bite and the poisonous sting
for love of her nectar he gleefully sings
for love of his pollen she’s opening

their dance is as timeless as beauty itself
La petite mort est digne de la vie qu'elle apporte

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