I never truly understood
how nor why women oscillate,
get married, absorb ideas,
flare up in anger or betray,
pull apart or blaze up
to a new unknown love in days.
Sometimes they turn back again
to their original states;
I would be pleased to know
beneath their lonely graves;
what and who
give life to women's waves.
Could I, too, a wavelet be,
lasting momentarily,
until I find myself once more
beyond time's endless sea;
I'd like to know every bit of soul
of that impulsive bee!
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