White Swan

As the swan flew over the land, the mother wept.  Tears of gold flowed over her red cheeks and onto her red earth.  How had this come to pass?

The white swan flying away, leaving for another land.  Desperate she looked skywards again.  It seemed as if the swan melted into the soft clouds, down feathers melding with white haze.

Sometime later she again looked up and it seemed as if the clouds took the form of a flock of white swans, drifting on invisible winds, rushing eastwards.  Trees rustled, but all was silent.



Flight of feathers

Flight of feathers


Across the fields,



A white shadow

Sighs quietly.

Across the woodland



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