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Home, sick with the winter that
Is trying to **** me being held at bay
By a fire in the corner hearth.

I’m safe as long as it lasts,
So I stir it, and feed it, and draw
Out the fire’s life as if it were my own.

But there is only so much one can do.
In the end they say even the stars will burn out
Overcome by the cold, endless dark.

But that means nothing now, there is only
This fire I have been given to guard
And appreciate.

I wish I had always been so wise.
Whooping cough, an illness I thought died out, is alive and well.  Beware.
When out of nowhere a tiny little humming bird spread it's wings .
The million flails , a sight to adore reminding each day is meant to try a little more .

"All great things come in small packages" become truly their features ,
The miniature wonders are incredible teachers  .

Sacred , magical , tiny miracles are the little angels of god ,
Bespoke endurance , mighty perseverance , beauty of life they hemmed and hawed ,
The true purpose of life they bestowed .

©Mrunalini.D.Nimbalkar
03.09.2019.
Humming birds are so special in every little way ... Rhyming verse..
 Sep 2019 Sona Lachina
Elena
Life is an accelerator
But I hate her
She trips on words
And works my nerves

Life pushes me away from you
Begged her not to
Indeed I lost
To sting the wasp

Life yelped in rhetorical ways
Pocket of space
When questions soar
In masking roars

Life cried herself to sleep last night
Polluting sight
As stars dim out
With clouds of doubt.
new billboard lady
******* with a lollipop
chaotic traffic
5/9/2019

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