Hummingbird Nectar
The tentative kindness… sheltered gift In the nook of your arm softly cocooned beckoning… As if to say reserved for you…
Nectar…
Structured Rooted Strength All together a more robust Presence… Softness in dimmed spaces Where mushrooms grow… Amusing the forest sprite.
N e c t a r
The consistency of speed Feels One note… Dimension lies within the transition Of Every Single Movement Yet, holding still primed to receive
Nectar E C T A Ratcen
Made of honey. . . dew
Brooding obsidian eyes a l m o s t… lighten by sunlight, b e c o m i n g toasty brown Surprise, Surprise,
Nectar.
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