Sacrifice a Vice a Virtue?

Standard

No forage for a Bee

On winter tree

Went out from Hive

To keep the rest alive

 

And so it dies

Gripped by the cold

Not very old

It flies no more

Makes honey

Knows the lack of warmth

Of friends

It gave itself

For others

And was spent

 

 

©K Barr

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