She is no gold
But fragments of pure honey.

The world is her nectar
Word her hive.

The world licks her off many fingers
And swirls her in many tumblers 

But not many keep up
with her complexity.

Though everybody loves to taste.

Photo by Thijs van der Weide on Pexels.com

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