Wednesday, January 6, 2016

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Image result for bees nectars
 
by ralph geeplay
 
we had no time to waste,
because the bees had come
     The buds are ripe of taste,
 
the morning spring is fresh
dew sprinkled, good mist...
     Mine mine, burnt against flesh
 
pressed against thee, the wait
over, eternal, just when love was lost
     Like the hidden treasures
 
buried beneath the sea beds---
the cost still sealed, yet
     To be determined, the steady deck,
 
a blossom flower bed
the rain, the rain, nectars
     Beating the heat, hectares
 
locked lips, sunrise, bees!