A hummingbird sipping nectar from a cup

The color of fire

The flitting of wings

It’s beak dipping between petal

Pollen floating away with every wing stroke

It’s feathers shine as it’s zips around

The flower stay so perfectly still

Basking in the sun and glory

Of what it can give to something

Just as delicate as itself

Posted by:emileeh

I'm a young writer trying to get into the freelance business. I enjoy writing creative pieces like short stories and poetry and reviews.

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