Play of the swallows (my poem)
Play of the swallows
Evening skies are busy
An early moonrise it is
Three days until full
Slopes turn orange
Dirt roads stay quiet
Wait not for potentiality
Rejoice in what transpires
Play of the swallows
Evening skies are busy
An early moonrise it is
Three days until full
Slopes turn orange
Dirt roads stay quiet
Wait not for potentiality
Rejoice in what transpires