My mind is the hive,
It's swarming.
My thoughts are the bees,
They're teeming.
My goal is the honey,
It's sweetening.
Through hundreds of eyes,
I'm seeing.
Through my childrens lives,
I'm creating.
Through my soldier's deaths,
I'm replacing.
I hope beyond hope that the honey comes,
Before death arrives swiftly, in the cold months.
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