Oh, so elegant Swan,
Gliding in the river,
Not a feather out of place,
The sun dazzles your feathers as you move on by,
Seemingly unaware and un-beknowst of my presence,
The light cool breeze right under my nose,
Carrying with it the smell of freshly baked pastries,
This moment ,like a picture in a frame,
Bliss and silence.
Who knows of that moment?
....
That moment all tied together by the gratefulness of the Swan.
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Just Some Poems
PoetryIt's just some poems. Just a coupleof them .Just curious of any thoughts bout it. 😄😁😁 And there's a riddle at the end ,for those who like them.
