in the room of silence,
where everyone was identical
and there was little to no light.
a smile bright enough to illuminate
it, and a laughter loud enough to echo
through my ears was present.
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Bees, Pollen, and What Comes From Them
Poetry- indefinite hiatus - [ part of the 'free your body' tag ] · second poetry collection · "Flowers don't worry about how they're going to bloom. They just open up and turn toward the light and that makes them beautiful." - Jim Carrey create...
