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I reach my arms up in the morning
and I feel you rushing to embrace me.

I stand in the wind and can feel myself
tenderly caressed by you.

I trace a finger in the the spirals of a seashell
and I marvel at your perfect structure.

I watch the bees who spend all day gathering
honey with their heads buried in the flowers

never doubting the existence of their queen.

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I reach my arms up in the morning
and I feel you rushing to embrace me.

I stand in the wind and can feel myself tenderly caressed by you.

I trace a finger in the the spirals of a seashell
and I marvel at your perfect structure.

I watch the bees who spend all day gathering honey with their heads buried in the flowers

never doubting the existence of their queen.