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G Wolff

Honeybee Golden dust petals carpet my feet I sip splendor I’m intoxicated by Your sweet generosity I carry you with me to each new place I venture And your traces touch many Blossoming into new fruits of love I can give you my life and not for once doubt whether such labors were worth it We are no more than servants of Divine Love Nourishing the world Love Kindpoetess

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