One bright morning, as
The last flicker of Winter yielded
To the glimmering of Spring
Before me on the pavement lay
A broken swan
Offering me her last sigh
I looked up through impotent tears
To see my path and the world littered
With broken swans
As the last flicker of Winter yielded
To the glimmering of Spring.
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