Swifts
The sky `s their scene
Banquet theirs in blue
Swerving arcs of black serene,
Black shrapnel of an angel`s song.
A dance of life itself
Relentless unremitting
Screaming songs of joy.
All creatures great and small.
Small nothings lshowing us the awe.
Copyright © Ryan Farmer | Year Posted 2014
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