Come with me, my love. Your flower awaits. Let's wander In the anther and frolic In the sea of pollen. The time is fertile To taste the nectar Where the bees Collect the pollen Savoring the nectar That becomes the honey Stored in the honeycomb of the heart For the cold winds of winter.
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