white swan reborn

feathers of a white swanpainfully torn away,left crumpled in the dirt. purity and goodnesswhipped awayby cruel overseers till only bare flesh,hanging in strips,remains. and the sun hides behind mountains,clouds snuff out the moon and starstill only darkness remains and when daylight comes again a black swan is born

the swan and the lake

gliding, my wings skimthe surface of the water,creating ripples in its wakeflowing,a ribbon of clear silk sweeping over the smooth faceof the flat rock,dress of rippling watergently slowing – the sun glints offdroplets flying through the airfrom my soft wing,rainbow of colors shimmering within.

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