Poetry Blog by mollie learmonth (air)
Humming bird
Humming bird, buzzing bird
flying high, oh so absurd.
how i wish i flew to see the forming dew
then left another morning new.
there will be room for you.
on the star we'll fly so high
over, under, in the sky.
singing fairies lulabies.
watching rolling tides.
flying slow flying low,
over swaying medows
seeking stars that glow,
then going home.
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Wednesday 8th July 2015 4:07 pm
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