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Buried in an enigmatic smile

the sound of flies

or beetles

fill the air

each wing clicking

as if made of metal. the beetles

or are they flies?

buzzing closer and closer

until the sound is all we hear little

other

than buzzing. filling our

ears with sand until

now deafened we

turn within. Though we stumble

unable to use

legs connected to useless ears

we do not fall. always within sight

of the enigmatic smile

what is known

that is not yet told?

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Written by DocAndersen

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20 Comments

  1. You know nothing is more annoying than when you sit relaxed with closed eyes on your terrace and suddenly her a buzz of a fly. LOL. So peaceful photo and a buzz of flies and bees. I love this contrast.

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    • I was actually sitting on my porch doing exactly what you’ve described when a wasp started buzzing around me. I wrote the poem after the wasp left!