O Life, you are a strange beast.
Colourful in faded winters,
You seem so distant, but human still.
Like the hummingbird on my mango tree
You arrive, and sing in moments free.
I sit on the roof, Sun and shade
Glancing through leaves, silent and tamed.
Through goodbye hymns of a vanishing haze
I realize on this tired, desolate day :
There's always a bird in the sky
If we stare long enough for signs of life.
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