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Swan
Out of the mist of time unimportant,
laid bare with the swans; their necks,
plumage displaying beauty, on lakes
shimmering aglow, the mornings rise,
with it's attempt to break on through.
It was on such a moment as this, my
love I did give away to the one who
meant my soul not lay broken on the
shoreline, as I became the swan anew.
Published 17th Dec 2014
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17th Dec 2014 5:43am
17th Dec 2014 5:48am
Thankyou HoneyK
a quick write
as i thought it out i wrote
Happy it's worthy of a comment
a quick write
as i thought it out i wrote
Happy it's worthy of a comment
17th Dec 2014 3:35pm
17th Dec 2014 4:02pm
