Swallow 
Swallow
A swallow landed on my window.
She came early in the morning with a chirp
To awaken me and scatter my doubts.
And so, she often came in the dawn
Distrustful and fragile, but persistent in telling me.
She chirps about the distances she has flown.
Her wings caressed my soul.
I’m glad she flew in again
In her little black frock coat.
She mourned for the time passed by.
She talks to her patient listener.
Who himself grieves over the time passed by.
On his distant island, in a lonely lighthouse.
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