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Notte Stellata
Swiftly he jumps and lands like a feather,
gliding smoothly and effortless across the sheer ice.
Gracefully leant forward like a blade of grass
bent to the will of the *amihan wind—
with his arms outstretched to the heavens
which perhaps he had once fallen from.
A tender cheek pressed flush onto thigh—
rosy and plush like the velvety material of a small yellow friend,
he rises again with will to challenge a king.
The swan spreads its wings and takes flight.
gliding smoothly and effortless across the sheer ice.
Gracefully leant forward like a blade of grass
bent to the will of the *amihan wind—
with his arms outstretched to the heavens
which perhaps he had once fallen from.
A tender cheek pressed flush onto thigh—
rosy and plush like the velvety material of a small yellow friend,
he rises again with will to challenge a king.
The swan spreads its wings and takes flight.
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