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the swans
the trees are hued green
and woodland paths are leaf scattered
twilight touches the water
to mirror the trees and sky
upon gentle ripples
among shore reeds
a group of white swans gather
then
all of a sudden
they rise up
on boisterous wings
above my head
mate by mate
then, calmly they settle
in the distance
to drift on the deep water
mystifying
and beautiful
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Constance La France
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