Gracias las abejas
You fly between the Springs remembering to attend to the precious things
A feral moment not
claimed or taxed
A winter's glove to hide inside
A song to sing for the Queen
You bless with works
within the hive
You are a corona to the
continuation of life and time
Besame abeja, y gracias
A drink to you and the vine
The Creator's mensajes
dispel a random harvest
We are one in the sublime.
we climb
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Thank you. You are my best friend. I love you.
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