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Shade of a Swan
Dawn
plain was
grassy unbound
and
free
to air
wide
wild
and
bare
That
was
built up around the sad gray ceiling
below having a strong sense of self
the river flowed downstream
when a dying swan drifted
and cried out in a loud wail
It was roughly near the middle of the day
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the worn-out wind continues to blow forever
And sucked the tips off the reeds with it
lovely waterbird that flies over a Lake
with wings as pristine as a snowflake
along a swaggering chin and a keen spirit
and the fragrant thistle blossoms
pure
air as
a regal
race.
vibrant
was the
water
lake
sapphire sheen
crystal wave
Swan
2nd Place Contest Winner
Written: June 02, 2023
A Brian Strand Premiere No 1221 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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