Love Letter From the Soul Lxii
M,
"If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is around, does it still make a sound?"
the sound akin
a honey bee
guarding her hive
alive
with tiny wings
not letting
not forgetting
anyone
shan't slip on by
the dance
floors tapped
mouths taped
trapped
together
as shuffles brush the polish
illuminating
off the dwellings
of her naked floor
resound
praise
a knock upon the door
echoes
chambers
on knee
begetting
soul
deepened in pools of green
a serenade
the world hath never seen
inside
growing rings
wrapped upon a tree
beginnings
blooming
branch reaching branch
two entrance
eye to eye
we climb, we climb
worlds escape
eclipsing to be free
passed in between
intrigue
allure, amoré
attracting
moments evermore
a tongue, a key
a Bee
ever free
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