In my palm, your heart beat
it felt like a fluttering
like the first time I held a baby in my arms
there's something about smaller creatures
a thought of a childhood
lost at sea
sunbird, traveler
you take my honey
to feed the flowers growing in other lands
sunbird, take my song then
away from the walls that choke me
from the stale air and the starless night
to the sun, the master of the day
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