the swan is now alone...standing in the sun on an autumn day...grooming and daydreaming of the spring turned to a ghost of happiness...when there she stood with her beloved in happy hopes of a family...but the nest was wrecked by a cunning fox who devoured all their eggs...
summer became a mirage of devotion...while the coldness of fall climbed into their nest and the sorrowful two turned their backs on each other...
on a still morning the sky was the same shade of grey as those precious eggs...one swan lifted up into that greyness...the other stayed behind...
who is to say which way has been easier...each has its suffering...each has its hopes for the spring...
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