The hummingbird

By Anonymous

The colors bloom 

Ruby to grass to sky

The rumble of rocks is her companion

And the blur is her heart

But not quite as fast 

Her wings

The flower is the eyes she gives

She wants to spend the rest of her life with you

The flower smiled

The colors bloom

Ruby to grass to sky

Her heart a priceless gem

The colors bloom

And the night comes 

Her home awaits

Woven blue moonlight

This is her home now 

The colors bloom

 

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