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By B.K. Date: 2016 Jul 03 Comment on this Work [[2016.07.03.19.16.12997]] |
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If only people learned To speak to birds and trees Critters and bees They talk on endlessly The flowers talk to me I listen sometimes Taking their design In photographs You talk to me In a language all your own I wish you would listen instead Of treading roughly Like an lion in an uproar Whisper and lightly Let me stroke your face With fingertips that Will make you shudder In anticipation Of passion You already know Oh but you are stubborn No one can show you anything You rule they bow to you Everyone follows thee You should try charming the bees Then get back to me bk* the third of july twenty sixteen |