The Lullabye’s Lull

There is something as sweet
as a honey bee,
that buzzes inside
and tickles me;
it’s the final settling,
recognition of….
the pure free feeling
of a snowy white dove.
It’s wrinkle free
a crystal stemmed glass half full
it’s lemon and honey
drizzled
with the lullabye’s lull
is pleading for no one,
smug like a cat nap in the sun
it’s competes with it’s own rare gift
and yearns to please none

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