Pashang

With breeze at dawn; twinkling sunshine.

Drunken Swallows, flying in wine.

Who else is here? Drunk in his madness!

Destination is near, journey of sadness.

My wings are aging, painful and tired.

I know for a fact, I will get fired.

I’m not afraid, of what will happen.

Sunset or sunrise which is in heaven?

We become part of infinite wisdom.

It doesn’t matter ultimate kingdom

Everything circles, circle is hollow.

If you are flying, fly with a Swallow!

 
Haloo