If I were a beesilver-winged,I would find shelterin an envelope.I would slip beneath your sheet.I would sting youIn earnest.Upon leaving…I would give youhoney…
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Day after day at the edge of evening I do not know why my eyes grow wet. In my soul there blooms with pain a jeweled teardrop. How the tear of longing tumbled upon the tear of love…
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A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…