Best Served With– Leaves by Dave B.


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A tear to run a mile

It likes to jump ahead

But will have to dodge a mine

Past once upon a time…


I remember when first we met

And yet, it eludes me

A majestic mirage

Shimmering in the lake of our friendship.


It drifts downstream,

As azure tendrils caress it

Singing a champion’s bard,

Decorating the air;

the harmony of rushed waters.


The bee boasts not of its wings

But whips its tail with its peers.


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