Moments move our emotions, our life
How can I move like time
I am a humble hummingbird
Hovering over flowers until I am out breath
There is wisdom in the stones I will not know
Or a camaraderie with bees I will not experience
Where can I go my friend to touch the warmth of time
Perhaps I can find a child who will want a lullaby
My wings can sing her a song.
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This is wonderful Edgar, thank you for sharing!
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Thank you Jeanne.
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Splendid. I want to read this many times in hopes that the love and warmth of it will permeate my own moments with the images of the breathless hummingbird, and the child content in the moment, not conscious of the moments passing.
I want to hover over all the flowers.
Thank you, Edgar.
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Thank you GretchenJoanna.
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