bees will continue to collect pollen
even as they starve, but that is a
blessing - to still find purpose in
purposelessness - even as it
all falls apart, never to be
home to anything ever
again, just moving in
aloneness past
everywhere.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: August 23rd, 2018 20:35
- Comment from author about the poem: A poem about coming to terms with being alone.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
An enjoyable read that says a lot.
Much thanks.
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