Micro PoetryPoetry

I Know

I know about winter ballads
and the tears you shed.
I know about desolate nights
and everything you said.
I know how the moon
has sailed upon my dreams.
I know the pain of love
and how it came to be.
I know about wistful melodies
and distant dreams.
I know the taste of honey
and the sting of bees.

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