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Not everything is beautiful.

Judson_Kaique

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Metallic green is the color of the hummingbird searching for its nectar at dawn.

Beating its wings so fast, 4,200 to 5,400 times per second.

As swift as a cheetah in motion.

May it live long and build its nest.

Silky like your hair is the Chinese silk produced for centuries.

Problems and problems, we always try to dodge them day and night.

Golden is the skin of the man I love, hunting like a puma in the dawn of daybreak,

eyes as brown as the earth.

Hard to keep him, but I love you and I can’t help how I feel.

Life isn’t sweet, and it doesn’t belong to us. We will return to nature after death.

Problems and problems, we always try to dodge them day and night.

Even trying, we keep dodging.

Problems and problems, we always try to dodge them day and night.

Despite trying, we judge by luck, and sometimes it slips away, far, far away.

Dodging and building courage day after day.

Not everything is beautiful.

Judson Kaique - 08/16/2026

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  • theointhebackrow

    returning to nature after death hits different when the poem is all about how beautiful nature is. comfort or threat?

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  • samReads2

    What does it mean, hunting like a puma in the dawn of daybreak? Is he actually hunting something, or is that about something else?

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  • readsOnTheTrain

    The hummingbird at dawn, the silk, his brown earth eyes. Those four images are what I am still thinking about.

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  • gwen64

    I copied down 'Even trying, we keep dodging.' That one is going in my notebook.

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  • benfromnights

    When you jump from hummingbird to hunting like a puma, are you talking about one person the whole way through?

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  • PaulaOkonkwo

    The part about the man with golden skin and brown eyes. I was worried the whole time you were writing that.

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  • NikhilRaman

    When you say hard to keep him but you love him anyway, do you mean he keeps leaving, or do you mean you are afraid of losing him?

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  • MelanieOdum

    Problems and problems, we always try to dodge them day and night. Yeah. Twenty years of this and I know exactly what you mean.

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