Swan

Our eyes met across the shimmer of the lagoon

If I had not been sitting, I think I’d have swoon

He gracefully glided out from the dark

And swam towards me, as if to remark

We bowed in acknowledgment to each others souls

And held a precious moment that made me feel whole

His feathered white beauty stood out like a jewel

The connection we made, was not one of a fool

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