Bees gather nectar,
Their heads burrow in the bloom.
A sphere of amber,
Fiendish and unrequited,
Derides me as it descends.
Blooming petals and
Pink auras of contentment
Fade like a picture
As the drop plunges downward.
I can't help but doubt
My dreams coming to pass with
This Disquietude.
My spirit falls with the sphere.
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PoetryA poem I wrote for a loved one and a bunch of poems about lots of things.
