Never in all
These empty spaces
Doth a creature
Simplest and little
Be boastful of
Freedom hovered
In its wings.
I can move about
To and fro, spanning
All directions
But I do not have
The hummingbird's grace;
Able to glide facing
The wind's infirmities.
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