Bee Stings and Realities

If I were stung by a bee,
perhaps I’d wake up, I would see
In vain, this façade we maintain
You keep pretending you don’t bleed

If I were stung by a bee,
pehaps then I’d find the key
to unlock the truth and clearly see
how much we’ve changed
how vain it all came to be.

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mary

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🌻Mary, just a soul scribbling stories in the language of poetry. Here, in my corner, I put life into words with a sprinkle of wanderlust.
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