Humming Bird
Life leaves my lungs
Humming bird hums
Darkness comes
Humming bird hums
A first, A second, A third
Humming bird is heard
My vision blurred
A humming bird is heard
The loss of yellow, red, green
No bird to be seen
It's awfully keen
No humming bird seen
As my life flashes
The bird slowly crashes
As my heart stops
The bird stops.
11.2.16
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetry of a Blind Girl
PoesíaThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!
