A loud, obnoxious bee floats between flowers
Collecting the natural sugar and creating honey in an organized bee hive.
I wish my brain worked like that. I wish my mind was organized.
I have no flow, no soft river current.
Instead I am curious
And full of loud laughter
And the bee moves on to a small, purple flower.
Collecting the natural sugar and creating honey in an organized bee hive.
I wish my brain worked like that. I wish my mind was organized.
I have no flow, no soft river current.
Instead I am curious
And full of loud laughter
And the bee moves on to a small, purple flower.
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