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Rejuvenated Drone
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Words, Music & Colors When I seen the green bee.
He was out of juice.
Frozen from exhaustion
Trying to get out my blue window.
I gave him yellow honey.
He lapped it up slowly.
He buzzed back to life,
Vigorously vibrating his wings.
He flew onto the red screen.
I trapped him in a jar.
Then just set him free.
I enjoyed reading this
I enjoyed reading this piece.
Then I wondered: have these words come from a philosophical or a poetic mind or from a mind that observe things from both the angels of philosophy and poetry at the same time?
I, also, tried to read the other piece you wrote under the title of "Poor choice of words" not directly but through Microsoft translator. But I failed. I thought it was written in Greek so I attempted to translate from Greek to English.
It was just the curiosity to know!
But when I remembered that curiosity killed the cat, I decided to stop. I don't want to die as a cat. I don't want to die at all.
I'm just kidding my friend.
I like the way you write and respect very much your thoughts.
Thank you Friend
For taking a moment to look. And to comment. I never want to write much. I like to keep the thoughts very short to leave it open to the reader. Everything I write is in English if you ever decide to translate again. I'm more philosophical than poetic. I like to use colours, somtimes add music. Just because it adds a little bit of magic, well I like to think so. If I can get the gears turning in one's head, then I've completed my objective. Thanks again for your comment and I look forward to reading more of your stories.
A Green Bee
is hung over, that's why he ran into a red screen door and needed a jar for a lift home - Is this a drunken bee poem? No? Okay. ~slc~
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