Nectar

Buried deep in the meadows,

Blanketed by the bosom

Of my abode,

I am surrounded by,

The silky covers of velvet,

And wings wade through to greet me,

As I call to my many lovers (bees)

To come relish my sweet juices

Breakfast! Lunch! Dinner!

Served

And spread harmony across the lands,

On winged backs,

For my seeds to grow,

Making more offspring of my own,

As I embrace these lovers,

In my yellow-orange cocktail.

Written by: Soshinie Singh

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