Swandancer


Slow curving feathers weave softly In and out of the violin's tragic song As the sinuous neck stretches outwards In response to the music's sweet echo
Shimmers silver in the diamond-crisp winter light A grace and a stillness that is welcomed The arc of the blue haze eyes gazing To the path where the soul reclaims peacefulness Slow curving feathers weave softly In and out of the violin's tragic song As the sinuous neck stretches outwards In response to the music's sweet echo
Shimmers silver in the diamond-crisp winter light A grace and a stillness that is welcomed The arc of the blue haze eyes gazing To the path where the soul reclaims peacefulness
-Vashty Hawkins

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