Ancient Lullabies  1Dew-wet grass glistens under pink morning sun,and a bee, that liberated prophetess of old,now silently hovers in the air above, conceivingof all the truths that are yet to be told. 2The full-grown, ripened tranquility lingerswhere honeysuckle spills over and blanketsone section of rusty wire fence, half-fallento the ground; the grass softly sighs. 3The time of longer…

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