Poetry

Shard Of Heaven

You are but a tiny shard of pure heaven —
hummingbird; darting, weaving the breeze,
hovering amid swooning blossoms.
Watch as they lift their skirts
at your arrival, so you may
sip their sweet nectar —
and in gentle
countless ways…
carry their hearts
with you into sky of blue.

© Literary Remains

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