THE deepest desire,
my heart
nothing lingers
, the broad sword
of life cuts
pieces into
smaller moments;
moments that
sometimes linger
–make it so!
that baby bees are
born within Spring!

i see you hold
the nectar of life
upon your tender
then pass that love
to another one
;never spoiled–
what nectar then
becomes honey for
the hive!

i’m unexplored
by pheromone–
the honey bee
be brilliant!

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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