From the sky,
nervous wings flicker.
Catching a ladybug, I think.
As the heat gains its peak.
Only the whisperings of wings,
homemade with love.
Fan the breezes,
till the very end.
Hot summer evening
From the sky,
nervous wings flicker.
Catching a ladybug, I think.
As the heat gains its peak.
Only the whisperings of wings,
homemade with love.
Fan the breezes,
till the very end.
A Wandering Poet 