Heavenly swans gliding through silence! You lithely transcend Here and Now and Beauty itself. Whoever made you took a wild chance of making two in place of one, and once eased reticence of heavens, whence translucent vowels of love commence, the agony of slide and slip reaps smell of lilac and sweet-bleeding lips. Of everything that majesty may teach — Swan’s weightless narrative & wordless speech.
© roman pines
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