Original poetry by Queen Bee
Spaces
the spaces between
where words hide
upspoken
unwritten waiting for the thought
that will bring them into the world
words seeking the proper moment
to inspire
to flatter
to defeat
to maim
to be alive
for just a moment
or forever
words dangling by golden threads
floating
drifting in wide open spaces
ready
to seed fertile minds.
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