Monday 18 April 2016

Swifts

A piercing of the air
With cries of summer
A graceful winging arc
Against the pastel blue

A stirring of the sky
With an urgency of spring
A vortex of black specks like
Tea leaves in Wedgwood.
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  1. Unknown24 May 2016 at 17:53

    Hi Clareangela.
    I wanted to start with and I am also a blogger, but after a brief comparison of your and my posts I write: I wish someone learns me to be a blogger, to blogging.
    Thank you for the enthusiasm that you share with the rest of us ... the beauty, the wonder, the specificities of the spices that touch around the Croatian. Keep going - enjoy Croatia.
    Note: I have to use Google translate, which can be awkward. I hope that this time it is not

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