Tuesday, April 14, 2020

I'm-Beholden Comments

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I taste your lipstick
It's a prophecy I can't resist.
I follow you in a bee's dance
to a flower nap, and take my lance
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Mark Heathcote
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Kumarmani Mahakul 14 April 2020

Lens of eyes are taken up to a flowers's nap. This poem reflects the feeling very amazingly. A brilliant poem is excellently penned.

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Mark Heathcote 16 April 2020

Many thanks for commenting, it is very much apreciated.

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