Poem -
The Swallow
The Swallow
is in the air,
sun glazed blue
over the sea,
sailing amongst
the clouds so fair.
Skimming low
then up to the sky,
upon the wind
into the light.
A return to
the ruins of past
Winter´s nest,
the warmth of
Spring sun upon
the breast.
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
