Here is my white swan
Sweet and beautiful,
Cute like a doll curled
Yet full of zest. Again
ever a prided
pleasure
to watch young cygnets:
flying high, close to the water,
I wonder if swans play jugglery;
Cant construe if whistling is warning
A peculiar throb of
its vibration.
A music I hear but not a premonition
Of death. A music prolonging
to a life time memory
and logo .
Oh! My swan, my boon!
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