The whirring hiss and softest kiss
At the edge of the petal
As furious wings belie
The peace of a moment…beija-flor
The burning yearning for sweetness fulfilled
As life spills into life
At the flower of the heart
A wind borne search, as thin air carries
A vaunt will to persist, an essence of the core
And seeps into the pores of an unwitting world
That knows so little of each and so much of all
That each stir of breeze has purpose
Every seed a greatness of hope
And every whimper, a pause at lips
That would speak rebellion until
a tender surrender
uma Bieja- flor Brazilian Portuguese literally means the flower kiss, to most of the world it is the hummingbird, for me it will always be the flower kiss.
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