It may not be the tallest bird of all
But the hummingbird is a beautiful call
I could never tell
It had no sense of smell
It's beaks on the flower petals
Going to hybernation rate in many settles
Hovering in midair
They fly forward, within a mere
Backwards, with a brilliant stare
Up, down, in a circle, amusingly rare
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ICollection of poems to comfort the soul
PoetryIf you are reading this, hello there :) This therapy book has changed my life, and has helped me see things in the brightest way as possible. It has grown me and made a much better person than yesterday, so I believe if writing these little quotes o...
