From the book of poetry: A Conscious thought.
Flexing like a humming bird. Flopping feathers along high ways charm wings in a silhouette. Body crafted, flying silence bringing flowers to moist. Sipping honey dive cheeks arouse the craze to burst, fragrance spreading showering the day with joy. Brighten the spring colors array of sun coated with spot of burn ignored. Dancing and float the wind two sides and gone. ©
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