Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Complaints to the swallows You seek to fool us with your radiance, adding a golden glow to the thirsty hills, the glistening river's ripples, as if we're deaf to the rapid's roar. We will forgive you if you raise your voice in thunder. Storm on us rather than leave us to die in the dust. Oh... do what you must. You'll show back up at Dawn no matter how much we complain to the swallows... or the empty sky. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.155.s] (16.juni.2021) |