I might have been that bee,
That working bee which collects pollens to make honey..
That working bee that spends her days in the gardens..
To help and make honey..
But in the end,
I was that bee
That never gets the chance to have the honey
To taste it,
Or even see it
Turning into something real.
YOU ARE READING
BURN MY SOUL, KEEP THE ASH
PoetrySometimes all we genuinely need is the realization that people out there, share our own thoughts and feelings. This book is a collection of Poems, inspired by personal events, almost anyone can relate to. It's the poetic expression of various though...
