The nectar of youth from which the hummingbirds fed In the joyful sweetness of their morning flights Now sullies and sours the afternoon hours Through bitter infestations and corruptions
Its former clarity corrupted now Trapped in a tube of stagnation and rot And scavenged by a malevolent wasp Her batlike wings pulsing malignantly
But there is always hope: new songs, new words In the morning’s return of sweet hummingbirds
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