Hummingbirds flit overhead,
searching for honey drop.
Bouganvillea leaves gently float
to the still cool of water below.
Branches gently rustle...
against the blue sky crisp ceiling.
I wait for tomorrow
In a calm air
With anticipation of finding
my drop of honey.
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searching for honey drop.
Bouganvillea leaves gently float
to the still cool of water below.
Branches gently rustle...
against the blue sky crisp ceiling.
I wait for tomorrow
In a calm air
With anticipation of finding
my drop of honey.
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Happy Thanksgiving to all I love and to those I have yet to meet on the journey
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