
The buzzing of the bee frightens my day.
Zzzzz.... zzzzz....
Again, I closed my ear tightly.
Zzzzzz.... zzzz....
But I still could hear it. where are you?? Bee?? Gnat?? Something buzzing... I find nothing..
Zzzzz... zzzz...
O I know it, the Zzzzzz comes from my mind, the Zzzzz it's you. the one I couldn't describe but Zzzzzz.
It's raining again. The coldness freeze me like a stone in the edge of the harbor. Now I'm a stone.
I know I'm orange but sometimes I can be yellow, green or purple. I know my nectar could invite you and this might be you who flew upon me, the dancing butterfly, harmonizing the gray smoked world with the combination of our colors.
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