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What happens if I distrust the rumours
But take your sweetest lies as facts?
Well the honey bee knows
That the strongest perfume can disguise the truth
And that the prettiest blooms can sometimes be empty inside.
It’s like the stag that has learned to fear the silence
Because of the danger that lies in autumn shadow.
Or the wind that cries softly in November,
For remembrance of what winter brings.
© 2016 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
This is the final prompt of five from ‘How to Write a Poem’ by Tania Runyan, and is all about unanswered questions.
