Tuesday, January 30, 2018

The Swan


You are the swan that dances on my surface.

You make ripples on me with your feet, flapping gracefully.

You glide, you dive, and you swim.

You rest on me comfortably.

You move me, and I let you sway.

Oh I let you sway, sway, sway.

And I have no more stillness.

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