Constant Motion
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Sandra Feldman
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The Humming bird,
That minuscule feathered thing,
The size of a flower,
With beauty that towers,
Wings tiny that sing.
It's made up of colors,
Was born to be free
In perpetual motion,
A joy, just to see.
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