Written idk, 2013 or before, not sure.


The Swifts lace the early –

Summer evening air

With cries of despair like

The melancholy of my heart


I feel the warm atmosphere

On my skin like the comfort

Of my broken spirit

Where I dwell in this self pity


And soon the heady

Days of green and sun

Will go, and my spirit will

Leave quickly like the Swifts



Posted in Poems.

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