Honey Poem by Louisa Dai
Honey
I taste honey
With a smelling toast,
Too sweet;
I think of you, my honey
In a morning breakfast,
Too bitter.
Drops of honey
Into a cup of water.
I quaff.
No sweet, and no bitter.
A not so sublime mockery of a somewhat bittersweet love affair with the HONEY. It's a joy to read and always provokes a smirk. Keep writing!
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4/25/2024 4:10:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Here and there with the muse of life! Thanks for sharing.