Is It Poetry
Honey - Poem by Is It Poetry
Red, pink and blue honey suckle.
The voice of the hummingbird.
Here where the smallest of birds sing a song
yet I have spoken words to honey her.
This colour full bird dressed in yellow, purple
I have never heard one sing.
Open at dawn flowers pose.
Gone at days end most of the children are.
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