Harp strings line cocooning curves,
peeling back my rippling nerves.
Swathed in drapes of honeycomb,
the vacant hives are humming.
Sunbeams brush the ancient wounds,
splicing through familiar tunes.
My wings danced through vanilla foam,
the violet skies are coming.
Have you ever seen a living, thriving bee's honey comb? I've been to places where there are bees that have their honeycombs between glass and it's amazing to watch how methodical the bees are in their work. Guess that's why the expression is "Busy as a bee."
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