Soft petels, i…

Soft petels,
its disquieting to watch you as you wither,
Dismaying to hear you as you cry,
Merciful to yearn so earnestly for you to live,
Yet reality to remind that you are gone.
Blue hummingbird I wish you well,
You feed upon these withered plants,
You pry upon there soul,
and here you are,
now facing them,
Realizing that they are gone. 

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