The Fate of a Bumblebee
Who told you fairytales about cold-hearted young angels?
A bumblebee, who also taught me how to feel.
Did that scare you?
No. Feelings didn't tempt my courage to fail. Neither did cold hearts or the talking bumblebee.
Only the name of angels succeded to weaken the braveness in my adolescent heart.
What happened next?
I spent the summer together with this bumblebee. We grew a friendship strong as medieval armour.
We sat under a blue tree and told each other about the people we would like to meet, who we longed for and the people we had lost.
The escaping beams from the summer sun blinded our eyes and coloured our cheeks.
What did you have in common?
Life. Together we would rip the forest into shreds, so that the naked ocean's wind could brush our cheeks and leave us the promise that we wouldn't have to meet evil dressed in an angelic disguise.
Was this plan carried out?
No. My friend met the unmerciful autumn's night and was therefore no more left in sight.
A bumblebee, who also taught me how to feel.
Did that scare you?
No. Feelings didn't tempt my courage to fail. Neither did cold hearts or the talking bumblebee.
Only the name of angels succeded to weaken the braveness in my adolescent heart.
What happened next?
I spent the summer together with this bumblebee. We grew a friendship strong as medieval armour.
We sat under a blue tree and told each other about the people we would like to meet, who we longed for and the people we had lost.
The escaping beams from the summer sun blinded our eyes and coloured our cheeks.
What did you have in common?
Life. Together we would rip the forest into shreds, so that the naked ocean's wind could brush our cheeks and leave us the promise that we wouldn't have to meet evil dressed in an angelic disguise.
Was this plan carried out?
No. My friend met the unmerciful autumn's night and was therefore no more left in sight.
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