Swan King

by Erin
Written July 24, 2007

when you tell me you will fall,
all I see are your soaring wings.
you’re so graceful, you know.
each sweeping motion, your
body, fully extended, like you
dance up to the line. what a
beauty it is to see you so swan-
like in your majesty, your grace.

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