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SWAN
I am the swan
with a broken wing —
Not knowing where
my old flock has gone.
I drift now amidst
embracing lilies, who
Have long and dearly kept
my pleas for close company…
Thus, whenever hunters near,
The lilies ask along with me,
If
Angels still come
To wipe away
Tears of tragedy?
(c) sally eslinger 2/2025
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Sally Eslinger
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