swallow

Posted on Categories change, feeling, Moment, Poem, Poetry, reflection, summer, thegoldentears, Winter, writing

swallow

fly away home

always reaching

new destinations

the call of spring rings true

as do the leaves of autumn

when summer has gone

and winter has come

parting of the ways

leave behind sweet memories

of bygone days

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