The Black Swan
The silent swan glides
Her plumage falls softly in
The ripples of tossed coins
Far from the fountain's edge
Where lost promises linger
In the fading dusk of night
Unnoticed, she takes flight
Leaving behind a trail of
Black feathers drifting on
The tranquil water's flow
Her departure, a whispered
Goodbye in the still air,Where
fond affection once blossomed ,
amidst the fragrance of yellow lilies
and forgotten dreams
Her reflection, a final
Farewell in quiet memory,
As she fades away, unseen.
Forever Unseen.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2024
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