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poem submitted to "Romanticism" poetry contest, Seth Pina, sponsor 4/9/2026
Carved from dawn's own breath, two white swans glide, their wings lifting the quiet that once enveloped the world in wonder. The lake, still holding the memory of creation’s earliest shimmer, opens to cradle their passing. They slowly turn toward one another~ twin spirits recalling a venerable vow spoken before time learned to count. The reeds lean closer listening to the ancient winds whisper, love begins in gestures like this silent, certain, older than the sky.
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