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South Winds jostle them—
Bumblebees come—
Hover—hesitate—
Drink, and are gone—
Butterflies pause
On their passage Cashmere—
I—softly plucking,
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Comments2Wow, this poem made me feel so calm and connected to nature!
LOVED THIS!!! SUCH A BEAUTIFUL AND PEACEFUL IMAGERY, MADE ME FEEL LIKE I WAS RIGHT THERE WITH THE BEES AND BUTTERFLIES. THESE TYPE OF POEMS MAKE MY DAY BETTER!!! 🌻🐝🦋💕 THERE ARE SOME SMALL THINGS IN LIF THAT ARE TRULY THE MOST WONDERFUL!!! KEEP SHARING MORE LIKE DIS! #NATURELOVER