'Mated Swans' by Lin Lane ~ 2017
Our three-fold cord was braided for strength but it's unraveled and has come unbound We are two idle hands of a timeless clock that for too long have been left unwound A pair of mute swans, swimming in circles lost in confusion, neither uttering a sound In the last days of winter the sky is gloomy If the sun breaks through love may be found
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