Swan A swan that can fly so so high, That one of them must die, To furfill it's #life it must come before the time is nigh, May the swan be so graceful, That it will never seem to fateful, And now until the end her heart became so hateful, she decided that her time ended with peaceful. She as a swan had her wings that carried her across the sea., to believe she realized that she must let them be. A swan so pure so diligent and unique. Even her wings couldn't proceed,but her feathers became white as snow that she noticed she started to glow, she stayed in the form of a swan but didn't last forever when it became dawn. As the sun rose her time was over , now she knew that all the things in #life were over. ~#poem by claredelune❤️~
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