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Quiver

The way a bee dives,

quivering with effort

but fully engaged,

pulled by the energy of sweetness,

drenched in inescapable perfume

… hovering, attentive,

it drinks its fill,

allows the sticky pollen

to use its homeward flight

for spreading life.

No need to resist,

to filter out the gorgeous whiffs arising,

block beauty emanating all around.

Propelled,

busy and intense,

it plunges repeatedly in soft depths,

absorbing delicious nectar.

Let yourself be lured.

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