It was yesterday
when I noticed: the swifts had all flown away.
Silence. Again.
another turn of another summer
and the days slowly dying
under dim shine of so
tired sun
Heavy ripe apples
fall loud
and the Earth
resonates readily
like a huge singing bowl
in full accordance and harmony.
I softly wonder: where are you now?
now... the day
when the swifts have all flown away
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12-08-2013
The swifts are away
© Copyright: Павел Ничков, 2013
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