Swan Song
Splashes of gold on the pure white wings
as the heavenly blessings from above,
Glorious songs of silence on divine strings
sharing the unfailing love.
Sun caresses the tired feathers,
filling them with new powers,
Circles of unknown desires surround her beauty,
as she waits for the last hours.
The eager eyes scout the horizon
with a noticeable hope for life,
Her mysterious shadow makes the waters quake,
Her many secret longings stay alive,
The dusk is coming on the tranquil lake.
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