prologue: the swan

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A gorgeous swan awake,
Dancing perfectly on the lake.
Slim, elegant, and beautiful,
Making every kind fall.

In the midnight's moonlight,
She is shining bright.
A dancing like a ballet,
She nailed it in her own way.

When the swan stopped,
With a charming pose that got everyone's claps.
Eyes that held galaxies,
Livinʼ in everyone's fantasies.

✍🏼: William/ Habier Sappari
𝔓𝔩𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔪 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔠𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔭𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔴.
©𝔄𝔩𝔩 ℜ𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 ℜ𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔯𝔳𝔢𝔡.

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