The Girl At the River
The girl at the river
with folding mountains
and shaggy trees
Watched two white swans
swaying with the moody breeze
She watched as they danced
and ruffled their feathers
In a way they were separate
but always together
She sat for a while as
she inhaled the moment
She knew in her heart the
swans would always be devoted
And as the swans drifted softly
away with each other
The girl at the river
thought only of her lover
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