an evening swing

β€œIt is the evening that questions thus from within me.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

 

spring evening

the sun sits low

almost kissing the horizon

 

its blinding glow

leaks into the sky

hides behind the swaying branches

 

music echoes

from beaks of excited birds

 

all is still

yet riding the gentle breeze

 

i swing

back and forth

on the child-size swing

 

no compass

with mountains standing

on my right

and

the ocean licking the shore

on my left

 

fragrance of

spring and birth of the night

glide into my heart

 

the golden rays

play hide and seek

with my blurry eyes

 

all is well

all is well

 

when your favourite time in the spring?

 

 

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