My bees are dashing through the air,
my dangerous sweet bees,
I'll give them all my love and care
and surely never seize
the honey that they all produce
to me that's like a crime;
In having them there is no use,
they tell me all the time...
But I just love to hear them buzz,
I love to watch them fly
like every flying creature does;
that's why I bless the sky...
My bees are dashing through the air...
© Copyright: Ирина Лерова, 2018
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