THE SWAN
HOW CALM SHE LOOKS
SLOWLY SHE MOVES
SENDING SCURRYING BITS OF MOONLIGHT
OVER THE DEEP BLACK WATER
SHE FLOATS SERENELY
AT TIMES SHE LIFTS HER HEAD
TO SUING A MELANCHOLY SONG TO THE MOON
LIKE A PLACID MOON IN A CLOUDLESS SKY
SHE GOES
THE TALL BARE TREES STAND SILENT
AND WATCH HER
FRANK A VOLLMER
HOW CALM SHE LOOKS
SLOWLY SHE MOVES
SENDING SCURRYING BITS OF MOONLIGHT
OVER THE DEEP BLACK WATER
SHE FLOATS SERENELY
AT TIMES SHE LIFTS HER HEAD
TO SUING A MELANCHOLY SONG TO THE MOON
LIKE A PLACID MOON IN A CLOUDLESS SKY
SHE GOES
THE TALL BARE TREES STAND SILENT
AND WATCH HER
FRANK A VOLLMER
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