Words of Worlds


Bees,
They kiss my flowers.
Trees,
Are growing towers.
Seas,
With lives like ours.
They flourish every day.

Birds,
They fly in flocks.
Words,
With them, we talk.
Herds
Of cattle walk
In almost every way.

Bands
Play down the streets.
Hands
Help keep the beats.
Demands
[Are] what we must meet.
As they march away.

Please,
Love me for hours.
Yearns,
They come from me.
And,
As our eyes do meet,
The clouds fade down to grey.

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