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An Eagle┤s Tale

 
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01/2004, Exumas

Have you heard of me?

Said the eagle to a bee
Spreading wings and soaring high
People see me fly
Pointing at my royal feather
I can fly in any weather
My power makes me high
Proud symbol of States and Banners of war
I spot, afar, my prey, and more
Tthese claws close in, i kill
According to my will

Why are you stressing this to me?
Had been responding the bee
I spend hours and hours
Visiting my favourite flowers
Spread their dust and bumm around
So that lovers if they come
Dwell in flowers and have fun
My honey on a wounded soul
Helps to make it whole

Good we talked, just you and me
Spoke the eagle to a bee
Opening his heart anew
For more than fame and glory to
Instead to abide in patterns of pride
He flew to his nest where his female was at rest
Speaking to her words of love
That, she had been dreaming of
Flying close to fields of flowers
Honey poured on lonely hours
Waiting on their chosen tree
In memory, we hold a bee
That helped to make it whole

Johannes
 
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