
Bee at peace
Rest in my window. /
Recumbent under glass. /
Cryptic bee at peace.
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052619

Bee at peace
Rest in my window. /
Recumbent under glass. /
Cryptic bee at peace.
.
.
#poem #haiku #davidebooker #sunday #poetry #poet #writing #writer #may #2019 #bee #cryptic #rest #window #death #pun #recumbent #oldnorthknoxville
052619
Filed under 2019, haiku, photo by David E. Booker, Poetry by David E. Booker
Wise author Paul Coelho writes: Contrary to glasses and windows, a broken heart remains intact.
Unwise wit responds: That’s because it’s a pain of a different sort.
Filed under pain, Paul Coelho, wit, Woirds to live by, word play, words, writer