Words are a gift.
They raise me up each day.
Showing me delights.
Wonderful new ways.
Inspired by all.
So close to my heart.
My friends.
My bees.
Lovers too.
My words are here.
From me to you.
Given freely.
Shared without conviction.
Praised and otherwise.
Lessons learnt.
I’ve waited for my time.
Here I am.
I am not the gift.
All of you are.
To me.

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