The Black Swan and the Poet
In a lake of green, I see a black swan floating
While I, comfortably, am on a bench sitting;
As the unmindful black swan glides slowly by,
Small ripple of waves appears, rolling. I sigh.
Copyright © Ernesto P. Santiago | Year Posted 2007
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