Poem: Outside the Beehive

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My latest original five-line poem.

Outside the Beehive

I trotted through the mud, allowing the dirt
to lap at my legs like debris flood,
wanting to feel alive, to be in nature,
but I remain a bee outside the hive
casting unnoticed mud prints.

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