>Last night as I was sleeping
I dreamt – marvelous error! –
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

~Antonio Machado

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  1. Katester says:

    >Ok, I totally thought you wrote that and I was going to write how you were the genius of the century, but I guess you are half the genius for posting it to begin with. 🙂

  2. >That poem made me sigh with relief.Beautiful.

  3. >Hey there! I’m here from NaBloPoMo.Beautiful poem. I’m not familiar with the poet. I’ll have to look him up.

  4. Miss Eliza says:

    >Kate – half a genius ain’t half bad – I’ll take it.SBW & NF – glad it spoke to you, too. I was just so drawn to it. I don’t know who that poet is, either, so I’ll be joining you in chasing him down!

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