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Thursday, August 8, 2013

Black swans

Walking leisurely by the river
Astonished by hearing
For the first time
The soft crooning "kverq" call
Of the black swan swimming 
Loftily around the reedy islets
In search of its everlasting soul mate
Which was playfully avoiding it,
Undulating languorously 
Its long and curved neck
Slowly with an inner elegance
This way and that.

All was peaceful
In perfect balance
Poised in the present moment 
No worries about its meaning, 
No future to consider bleak or not
Life does not need
To be made complicated
Enjoy it!

Lucette C. Bailliet ©





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