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Nov 2019
To catch the raindrops,
I cup my hands,
Only to watch as it overflows,

There's only so much,
I can contain,
Within the hands, I've cupped,

How long can I hold?
my cupped hands,
In time I'll grow tired and weak,

Letting go, inevitable,
time will tell,
trickle free, from my cupped hands.
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Hummingbird  30/A Metaphorical Garden
(30/A Metaphorical Garden)   
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