Obeyance

Stalks of whisp'ring reeds,
Vibrating in a stiff wind,
They hum as they sway.

The winds turn to gusts,
Flattened, they worship and kiss,
Their mother, the earth.

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Bliss turns to despair,
As the fly stuck forever,
Drowns in sweet honey.

The End

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