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Beyond The Horizon

I can see it, I know it's waiting

I can't touch it,

Although the anticipation is reverberating..

Like the vibrations of a honey bee's wings

Fades in and out..

The buzz a constant hum,

Of my subconscious awareness,

Caresses gently each ear drum

Playing it's delicate beat

A beautiful tortured soul exorcism

Succumbing to the most exotic rhythm

To free my mind, longed for freedom hedonism

Yet enclosed by surroundings

Too close to me

Jealous of honey bee's wings

Want to fly beyond the free.


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