Tag: Bee sting

• March 25, 2024

  Sounds Like Love

  What is poetry to me?  It is love  And everything in-between  Whether it is two heart forever intertwined  Or a neck colliding with a bee sting  It equates to so much  But at the same time it feels like nothing It unravels me like a rope  With dangling cords  It’s flies high like eagles  It…