moving out and moving in
each time, crushed within...
bading goodbye to yester's joy
by the moment, becoming more coy
the humming bird that got lost
knew not the price it had cost...
through the strength, she grew weak
spoke her words from a voice so meek
the ground secured melted so fast
(I don’t know when I wrote this/ or if it is from my collection, but came upon this one in my older emails somewhere.)
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