Even Fragile flowers
open when sun shines upon them.
While bees move from the bearers of sweet nectar
Stinging bearers of bad news
and the cycle of life ends.
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This is where I work out my issues. This is about me, not about others. While the writings may seem to be specific about people/things, they may not be. I like to think my work isn't just surface deep. While something may be my muse initially, it will usually relate to many things happening in life, or that have happened in my life. But mostly, it's my way to not go crazy.
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