Ruffled feathers
Caressed by the same wind
Vast space wearing only their reflection
The swans slip their way on this glass
Of dark green waters
They dance, they fly, they strive
For a new spring dawn
For one more endeavour with the forest’s core
They fly, they dance, they strive
With ruffled feathers
For the candy kisses of a new dawn
Meanwhile the sun sets in a piano key
The violet tinge is slowly spreading
Till night is teeming at its brim
They bounce, they fly, they strive
Their impeccable necks in silent folded question marks
An elegant piece conveying existential harmony and tranquility.
Thank you so much, Louis Kasatkin!!! New register for me! 🙂
I love this…..as I have felt swans wings on my face……yes there is a music in their wind.
Thank you so very much!!!! Not to worry about your fingers!!! 🙂
Silent folded question marks….how lovely! Nice write, Iulia.
Thank you, Rahul!!! Merry Christmas!!
Thank you, Iulia. Wish you and everyone at home the same. Cheers!