by Klaus Floeren
(Canada QC Otterlake )


The once glowing fire of my life
Dying can be so glorious.

Life turning in to ashes. I feel the last
flicker of your dying love.

Your gentle voice, begging me,
let me go to be free.

I need to breath the morning dew.
You are free,
as free as a hummingbird, my love.

The hummingbirds need feeding.

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