Flying Swallows
Flying Swallows
With breeze at dawn twinkling sunshine.
Drunken Swallows, flying in wine.
Who else is here? Drunk in his madness!
Destination is near; journey of sadness.
My wings are aging, painful, and tired.
I know for a fact I will get fired.
I’m not afraid of what will happen.
Sunset or sunrise, which is in heaven?
We become part of infinite wisdom.
It doesn’t matter; the ultimate kingdom.
Everything circles; a circle is hollow.
If you are flying, fly with a Swallow!
Haloo 1/4/2011
Copyright © Pashang Salehi | Year Posted 2015
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