“Place a beehive on my grave
And let the honey soak through.
When I’m dead and gone,
That’s what I want from you.
The streets of heaven are gold and sunny,
But I’ll stick with my plot and a pot of honey.
Place a beehive on my grave
And let the honey soak through.”
― The Secret Life of Bees
⚰️🍯🐝🐝🐝
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Such a beautiful photo and poem duet, Rupali!
You’ve captured the bees working so buzzily!
Love the close-up details!
HUGS!!! 🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks dear Carolyn.
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love her work, great choice.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Paul.
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure Rupali 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
So beautiful
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Rupam.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oh! marvelous poetry so well composed and the picture is perfect, Rupali. Awesome.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks Kamal.
LikeLike
Welcome 😊😊 😊 Rupali
LikeLiked by 1 person
They look as if they are on a bed of nails
LikeLiked by 1 person
Good observation Derrick.
Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
ever so sweet 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Kate.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Derrick is right. That flower does look spiky. But apparently the bees are not deterred.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂 Thanks.
LikeLike
Fantastic capture. Lovely lines shared ♥️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thaks Subbashini.
Hope you are doing good.
LikeLike
The picture and the words are equally beautiful ❤️😍
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks a lot dear Yasmin.
LikeLike