Happy Beeing me


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Let’s pause and see flowers
the feel of them,
their sharp hues
their smooth glide under feet.

Taste the nectar of their inner core
and bee knowing the humming
that comes from deep inside
exhales out our skin
into a tune of contentment.

Let that joy overtake your countenance
let a smile slip incautiously
into place,
despite the sudden stares of strangers
wondering at your laughter.

Bee happy.
Accept that life is
nothing more
nothing less
than a reward for lack
or love of labor.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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