In Wine All Is Good
White swans are lost
Lost in a low tide with
Their eyes focused
Focused in an upward gaze while
Their heavy feathers muddy so
Muddy black and senile
Are forcing that damn bird and
Another bird go down deep
Down to suffer in black sand
Eyes of men are following
Following the scene with their
Hearts so cold and hollowing they
Are looking silently
Observing silently how the birds
Freeze slowly and vainly
They freeze to death while
Losing all grace their
Beautiful grace
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