Like a flower on the saharaA surviving flowerAmidst the north east trade windsLonely as the blue whaleThat lies quietly as aCorpse at the belly of the North Atlantic There i stood in theHot sun, responding toIts cruel stimuliWith a lot of nectarAs sweet as honeyOr better ???? I thought I’d neverSee or hear nothing but … Continue reading Verses to Bee, my first letter