With tortured wings a hummingbird flew. Do not ask if it is be | Thoughts Hub

With tortured wings a hummingbird flew. Do not ask if it is beautiful, nor ugly. My black head is worth nothing. My stay is not worth a date. I did astral things, and other heavenly deeds. I created a safflower flower during the day, and a sun flower at night. I do not ask you for a beautiful thing, because the beloved is on his way to my house, and all the fortunes are flocking to my lips, only my thirst, when I die, my tree, my ink thirsts. It was what was a flint bird that flew from its strong nest on the Abyssinian Mountains.