poem #26
the hummingbird peck at my eyelids
with the crimson feathers that blend with the
pink outlines. the feathers dance across my cheek and
the hummingbird now moves to my heart, vibrating through my
veins and i see the sakura trees hung close to the broken
wood fence where i would dance and hang onto your every word.
the hummingbird dies after winter and
i kind of wished i kept it inside of a cage
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