Burning golden face of the flower-
petals earnest, eagerly spread wide.
Delicate fingers grasping for shafts of sunlight-
grabbing the reckless wind.
Bees and hummingbirds,
Snuggle, embrace-
gently kissing the dusty pollen.
The tiny universe shrinking, expanding-
detours in manic motion.
Lives of love migrate, assimilate, integrate,
for a brief moment;
In proper search of, and always frantic
in their hungry and determined chase.
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