Blue And Grim Poem by Friday, Happy Oyamenda

Oh humming bird, hum not your song today beside my window on this forlorn-empty dawn; for the woman I love - the one before whose elegant feet my young heart is cast - thinks of someone else and not me. This makes me blue and grim. So dear humming bird - oh you whom nature has profusely lavished with the most splendid love that appears in your bright colours; the most perfect azure, the most beautiful gold, the most dazzling red, with such beautiful diamond eyes - go hum your love song elsewhere, for my heart is blue and grim...