I saw the swallows
goiing far West,
to wave life the best.
In tomorrow's summer breeze
alone,
only words in joyfull eyes,
songs of love in dwelling place,
this a cathedral city,
my soul embarks to stay
although it is going away,
when the violets have to take
their place,
in this city of gold.
This time will be left
in silent deep in a hidden heart,
Frozen up within,
not to be,
until the swallows turn back,
in tomorrow's summer breeze
alone,or not alone.
(86 Words)
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