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Mystical creatures,
Free spirited in nature,
coated in colorful features,
of iridescent layers.
Hummingbirds,
a symbol of resilience,
sits on its perch,
in brilliance.
Satisfied of sweet nectar,
here in a flash,
with a message to deliver,
of loved ones, passed.
An angel in disguise,
a spiritual significance,
tiny in size,
pure exquisiteness.
Copyright ©️ by: Jenny Frye. June 23, 2024. All rights reserved.
waited all day for this lol, well worth the wait great poem
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lol 😂 yah I know. I had to push through my brain block. Uuuugh! Those suck!
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Thank you babe ❤️💋
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beautiful, Jenny….🤍💫
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Thank you sweetheart 💕🤗
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🌷🤗🙏
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Pretty poem!
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Thank you aunt Patty 💕🤗
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Beautiful . . . haven’t seen any hummingbirds yet but, now I will be on the lookout! ~ Have a blessed day ~
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Thank you 🤩 Good Luck. 🤗
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Such a beautiful poem! I own a small home repair service and we were recently working on a home that had lots of humming birds outside. They really are angels in disguise.
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Thank you 😊
That’s so awesome. They truly are angels in disguise.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you 🤗
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Beautiful, Jenny! Even here, in the desert, we have hummingbirds.
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Oh wow! That’s cool. They are a gorgeous species I admire. Before my grandma passed away, she gave me some porcelain hummingbirds of hers. I still have them and deeply cherish them. I still remember sitting outside with my grandma when I was younger and we would watch the birds eat from the bird feeder and would occasionally see hummingbird’s. When I saw my first hummingbird as a child , I’ve admired them and have found them to be the most fascinating creature ever since.
So now every time I see a hummingbird, it takes me back to when my grandma was alive and we would sit outside watching the birds. My grandma was more of a mother to me than my adopted mother was. That’s why I still hold onto every special moment I had with my grandma. When she passed, a part of my heart went with her. 🥺
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