Is it the karma of flowers
To suffer through to their colors
Is it the destiny of beasts to bear
So much sadness in their gaze
Is it really the hummingbird's mission
To carve a chink in heaven and dash
Off as if it's nothing
Is it left to the magic of dreams
To rescue our thinking
From this phlegmatic world
And restore our sense of flight
Is it not you who opens
That little door-way beyond death
To touch and console us every night
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