Sculpting honey?
Pointless.
Shapes dissolve in moments,
dissappear in the gleaming
sweetness of now–
much like
memories
of you.
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Shawn L. Bird 
Sweet poem 😉
Ha ha. Thanks
Lol. No worries!!😁
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very vivid..and viscous 😉
lol
Thanks
Perhaps I read too much into it, but I like the double interpretation…either the obvious futility of sculpting honey, or this is simply a very nice way of telling someone they’re a lousy sculptor. 🙂
🙂
Lovely, the hidden sweetness in memories of (I am thinking) loss.
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love this…concise and beautifully stated…the message, unlike honey, is bittersweet. 🙂
Thank you.
So this is my response to your poem
Drawing Sparrows
Endless lines of winter sparrows
Appear upon my page.
Common
Yet beautiful
I should be working
Except that you have flown
Away from me.
So lovely! 🙂
Beautiful words 💚
Thank you for enlighting my ordinary metro journey today !! ♡
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